Emet-Selch had been counting on the fact that this place was so high in price that it would not be crowded, and thankfully that faith seems to have paid off and the wait for a table is barely any time at all.

And despite being out in public it seems that today he is perfectly happy to be holding hands and the like, if the smile on his face is anything to go by. Not his usual stance but he cannot help but want to remain close this evening especially when, as always, even this simple handholding can produce synchrony which feels so safe and warm.

So much so that when they are seated, he refuses to let go of his partner's hand, letting them rest on the table instead.

"You know, even for something as chaste as this I sometimes believe our manna feels better than it would with anybody else here, no matter what they attempted."

The waiter is ignored for a moment, wanting to say these words felt far more important.

"But it is to be expected, of the person I favor the most on this entire star." Just incase that was not painfully obvious already.