For as much as Quinn loved Tohoki Grill, she also adored CB Dane's. For a very different reason, though, and one particularly relevant to the past few days. Tohoki gave off a gentle aura kind of like tranquility, and though it was nice, it wasn't quite what she really wanted today. Dane's was just...[i]happy,[/i] an unrepentantly cheerful place to eat. So she nodded as Dahlia took charge, leaning subtly into her when she wrapped her arm around Quinn's shoulder. Snuggling into her, almost, as the two headed to lunch together.

When they arrived, it was just as welcoming as Quinn remembered. She'd only sat at a booth here a handful of times. Usually she loved the bar; though she still hadn't tried anything from the intimidating assortment of bottles that lay in neat rows behind it, talking to the people that ended up sitting next to her was always fun. But, she reflected, very conscious of the looks that were coming her way still, maybe not so much now.

So she picked up a menu, flipping idly through it. Just like Tohoki Grill, she still wasn't through trying everything on the menu. But she didn't really want to try something new today. She wanted something that she knew she liked. 

"[color=ffe63d]I think I'll get...um...[/color]" A brief spike of anxiety shot down her nerves, mild but pervasive, as she tried to make a decision. She shook her her head, keenly aware how [i]pathetic[/i] it was not to be able to even choose what she wanted to eat and trying to clear the anxious fog from her head. "[color=ffe63d]Or maybe I'll...[/color]"

Thankfully, Dahlia's question served to distract her for a moment, and she lifted her head from her arduous task to meet her sister's eyes. "[color=ffe63d]I'm...I won't say I'm not nervous,[/color]" she said tightly. Immediately after, the tension leaked out of her voice, replaced with...not [i]hopelessness,[/i] but more...resignation. 

"[color=ffe63d]It's just...all she's going to talk about is the duel and Roaki, I know it. It's all anyone talks about.[/color]" Perhaps it had been unwise for her to watch a bit more news in the past few days. It certainly hadn't made her feel any better about how people talked about her, both on and off the station.

She returned her attention to the menu, trying to decide what to eat and coming up empty until she just...gave up. Rubbing two fingers into her eye, she let a quiet sigh filled to the brim with disappointment slip out of her and folded the menu before looking down at her lap.

"[color=ffe63d]Deelie, can...can you choose for me today?[/color]"