[ 54th consult; action ]

[dr_conscience]

[ James Wilson is, by a rule, not generally the kind of person you would be inclined to call lucky. So it is that he winds up being cursed every now and again, and today is just one of those lucky days for him. He's made a few stops himself, sitting down and finding himself having a typical first-date conversation. (Almost luckily, he has a formula for such conversations.)

By now, a day of impromptu dating has worn on him and it's time to grab a bite to eat. As such, he has a sandwich, and he's seated at a small, inviting 2-person table, in a friendly cafe just off the square. Should anyone feel so inclined, they would be most welcome to join him. Really. He has no choice but to feel that way. ]



[ooc: As it says, open to anyone~ ]

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[dr_conscience]

[Now he's smiling, almost suspiciously... though, of course, the curse is keeping it on the flirtatious banter side.]

Is there actually an answer? Because I could probably think of one, but I'd hate to be wasting the effort.

[as_damaged]

I have no idea.

[Her smile widens a little.]

I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand.

[dr_conscience]

[His own smile widens as well, amused even if he suspected that might be the punchline.]

Somehow I had a feeling that might be the case.

So how many hands have you managed to hold today?

[as_damaged]

Why? [She takes on a teasing tone.] Are you jealous?