[center][color=pink][h1]Jideh Basrah[/h1][/color]
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Jideh nodded to the waitress, a middle-aged Asian woman, and asked for a plate of assorted sushi rolls, some tempura, and three servings of wasabi-slathered open rolls. His mouth started watering as he spoke, and he swallowed weakly once she repeated the order back to him. [color=pink]"You know, I think I'd also like to get a plate of udon too. Thank you."[/color] The waitress took Amelia's order, and left them. Another waiter soon came by and offered them water. Jideh accepted the jug graciously and topped his glass off. He drank the whole thing in one go. 

After he felt his throat grow a little less dry, Jideh cleared it and replied to Amelia's question. [color=pink]"You know, I guess I don't have a favourite book. It's not that I don't like to read. I didn't have tons of time to do it on the farm is all. I've been reading plenty of biochemistry, elementalism, and botanical textbooks, the library has tons, but I don't think that's quite what you were asking for. Fact is, you seem like you've read a lot more than I have."[/color] He blushed as he said it, than blushed harder when he realized he blushed. He grit his teeth, chastising himself. [color=pink][i]Not being a bookworm is nothing to be ashamed of you idiot! And why are you even blushing in the first place![/i][/color] Jideh exhaled and took a deep breath. He pulled at his jacket collar, and felt uncomfortably sweaty. Since when was it so hot in here? He took his jacket off and laid it out on the back of his chair. He tried to sit still and cool off which only partially worked.

[color=pink]"Look, I may not have read much fiction, but I can name any of the plants that they've "installed" in the restaurant. Just by sight too. I'd like to think I've got a pretty huge catalogue of plants in my head, and that's why I've not had time to read your... Steampunk, was it? That one just behind your head for instance, it's known as [i]Prunus mume[/i] in Latin, but more commonly in Japan for instance, it's called Ume. Basically, it's a Japanese apricot. That cut of it has the flower, but it's purely ornamental. A ya... Yabai?"[/color] Jideh got out of his seat and rounded the table to kneel next to Amelia, getting a closer look at the flower. He brushed his hand lightly along the branch, feeling the petals, and one fell into his open palm. Jideh tsked, and laid the petal on the corner of the table, before returning to his seat.

[color=pink]"They must have to replant these poor things every few business days. At least, the ones that aren't plastic. They could cut costs and use authentic flower arrangements if they had actually done their homework. When the waitress comes back, maybe I can ask her who's responsible for this disaster. I kept a garden along with my Aunt, and she used to tell me that if I ever came across trampled stock, I ought to have a word with the person responsible. Suppose old habits die hard."[/color]