( — march catchall )

[rocinantes]

Who: katherine pierce, amos burton, stefan salvatore, wanda maximoff
What: event stuff and other sundries
When: march
Where: all around trench

Content Warnings: language

Comments

[manipulative]

No!

[ she knows she's taking the bait, but she looks at him rather pointedly over the menu with her lips pursed in an attempt to stop her smile. ]

We're here now and you've seen my first-date shoes. We're staying. I can forgive your offensive boots for today.

[prescind]

Fine.

( their waiter steps over and takes their drink order. stefan orders a water and he asks for some bread in a basket to get them started. )

We'll stay and eat some food, drink some wine or beer or whatever else you wanna drink.

[manipulative]

And hold hands beneath the table?

[ she smiles as she instead chooses to lift her leg and brush the toe of her first-date heel against his calf. ]

[prescind]

I don't know if our arms are long enough.

( but their legs definitely are and he laughs when he feels her foot against his calf. )

You know what you want to eat?

[manipulative]

Hm.

[ she looks at the menu properly this time, surveying the options. she purses her lips as she considers what could be the most outlandish thing she wants... and it turns out it's the one thing she genuinely wants to get. ]

I actually want a steak. [ she scrunches up her nose as though she's surprised by this herself. ] Ooo, they have baked potato, too. I doubt it's as good as yours, but...

[prescind]

Aww, I do love your compliments.

( he reaches underneath the table and slides his fingers against her ankle, giving it a squeeze before he picks up the menu. )

I guess I should avoid fish if I want to be kissed tonight.

[manipulative]

Please.

[ she scrunches her face in disgust as she slides her foot up his leg to rest it awkwardly on his knee. perhaps she should behave until they have their food, but katherine's never quite seen sense when stefan's around.

she hums. ] Hm. Let me guess what you'll get… Either the salmon because you're a masochist or… [ clucking her tongue, she turns the menu over, surveys it, and then returns to the side she was on. ] Pasta? You seem like a pasta boy today.

[prescind]

Pasta man, a pasta man.

( there's a difference. he doesn't know the difference, he just knows there is one and he laughs, rubbing her calf. )

Maybe I'll change it up since you seem to calling me predictable.

[manipulative]

Because you are.

[ and she means it fondly. she lowers her menu and closes it, placing it on the table before her. resting one hand on top of the other, she leans toward him and smiles at him. ]

I like it. It's very comforting.

[ pasta boy. ]

[prescind]

And what if I want a nice rare steak?

( does that make him not comforting? )

With a potato?

[manipulative]

[ she snorts and does her best to try and wipe her smile off her face. it's after a gentle clearing of her throat that she manages to. ]

Then I'd think that I inspired you. Copycats are only adorable when they look like you.

[ and only like stefan. ]