Just Talking

[Crystal Jacobs]

Crystal thought a moment. "Well, Tiffy normally has it ready by 7, so say 6:30? Does that sound good to you," she asked.

[michael]

"Yeah, sure. Whenever's fine." Michael replied. "Beats having sandwiches by myself by a long shot." He said with a grin. He put the last bit of his sandwich in his mouth. "But yeah, I'll be there at 6:30."

[Crystal Jacobs]

Crystal laughed. "Sandwiches everyday? That's got to get old, no offense," she said with a smile. "You should come for dinner more often then."

[michael]

"Oh, yes, trust me it gets old very quickly. I just don't have a lot of time or skills to cook much else most of the time. A few times a week I'll just go out and get something like this." Michael shrugged. He checked the time on his watch and then looked back up to her. "Well, we should probably be getting back to work soon. There are stakes to hammer, garlic necklaces to assemble, and vampires to slay." He joked, grinning. He paid the bill and left a few galleons on the table for the waitress.

[Crystal Jacobs]

Crystal sighed. "Yeah, I guess," she said standing up. "I'm getting to old for this," she said with a smile. "But, it's a job. And thanks for paying."

[michael]

Michael shrugged, "No problem." He smiled, standing up. "So I'll meet you at your house at 6:30. I'll bring my appetite along with me too." He grinned, opening the door of the restaurant for her.