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Leaning forward on his elbows, preparing himself to speak, Sakon let a smile slip onto his face. What did he wanted, anyway? Glancing down at the menu below his elbows he ordered the first thing he saw that looked good. An easy item to order, too, and they seemed tasty.

"The tuna," he mused at her. "You know you got really nice hair?" he offered, waving a hand at it. If it were alright, he would have reached out, but he knew if she didn't bat his hand away Ukon would have done it for her. "You make the color yourself? It's...unique."

Grinning, Sakon tilted his head before looking at her face instead of the pink tresses framing it. "You have alright eyes. Good color, too. Works with the pink."

Ukon could only roll his pale gray eyes and shake his head. A hand came out and put itself over Sakon's mouth to stop him from speaking anymore. "He needs a muzzle, excuse him." Shaking his head yet again, the darker haired of the two sighed.

"I'll have the same, thanks." Glancing at her collar, he couldn't find a name tag. Maybe it had fallen off. "May I get your name, miss?"

Sakon was so going to be paying for dinner, Ukon had a good feeling about it.