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[color=gray]Interactions:[/color] Gwyneth [@Blackened World]
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Icarus couldn't help by laugh at Gwyneth's reply. He didn't need Fafnir's enhanced senses to pick up on her intense enthusiasm for food, even if she was making a valiant attempt to hide it. [color=gray]"So, any place in mind? There's a few food stalls in the market district, or this family-run place in the old quarter. Lady's choice."[/color] Icarus shot off a couple of suggestions, but he couldn't really think of much. Even with the freedom to walk around the Capital, he didn't really go there while not on reconnaissance or an assassination so his frame of reference for places to eat was pretty limited. With his aversion to alcohol, he seldom went to bars and he rarely frequented cafes and restaurants, to throw off anyone that might try to tail him by learning his habits.

He was willing to set that aside for his friend though, he said he'd treat her to a meal and he had every intention of holding himself to it. If she wanted to go to a bar or something in the same vein, he wouldn't touch the alcohol himself but he'd still pay for her meals. He waited for her response, nodding in confirmation before he started to rise from his seat. [color=gray]"Come find me after the mission when you want that meal. I'm gonna get some training in while there's still daylight."[/color] He paused for her reply, waiting until she was finished before giving her a short wave and leaving the room. His legs carried him towards the hideout's practice range in long strides, wisps of silver smoke coming from his body as he drew close and activated Fafnir. As he entered the range, Light grew in his palms, shaping to two pistols as he summoned Balmung. He spent the rest of the day there, practising with all of Balmung's forms and taking an hour break at midday for lunch. He stopped around 6, heading into the kitchen for a quick meal before moving to the meeting room a half-hour later, leaning on the wall as be waited for the briefing to start.