One of the last bastions of green left in the city, mottled and withered grass and weeds covers the earth like a badly stained carpet, with the construction work turning what is left into just bare dirt. The vegetation seems marginally healthier the further it is from the river and much healthier towards the central area of the park around the fountain. Construction work is ongoing here: a raised earthen berm about five feet tall is being built all around the park perimeter, with two breaks each at the Bridge Street entrance and the First Street end. Wooden posts are being erected at regular intervals all along the earthen wall, while tasteful iron gates and fences are being added at the entrances. Overpowering the scent of living vegetation are the exhaust fumes from a busy street to the west and an unpleasant stench from the Columbia River to the east. From the street view or river view, the park is now isolated, as if it existed apart from the city. People in tall buildings have an excellent view of any goings-ons for now, though. In the center of the park, a small glade of six tall trees and a flower bed surrounds the fountain.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire.
Despite the 50s era pink neon sign that hangs over the door of the restaurant there are very few Cantonese dishes; only those required for the qui-loh who know no better taste. Food here is cheap and abundant, although the decor hasn't been updated since avocado green formica and naugahyde were "in" color schemes and materials. There are only four or five tables, depending on the time of day, a few booths line each faux pine board plywood lined wall. At the front sits a cash register and an abacus, a mostly ignored tray of mints perhaps the most recent addition to the entire place. Toward the left wall is a spiral staircase which leads to the restroom facilities below. Despite all of this the place seems to do a fair business, with occasional waits.
Compact is the word for him: wiry, maybe 5'6" in his beat-up black combat boots, with a sense of compressed energy and imminence like a coiled spring -- or a cocked gun. Never quite still for long, balance flowing through the balls of his feet. There's a striking intensity to his narrow blue-green eyes, the colour contrasting with his fair skin and spiky copper hair; just below the left is what at first appears to be a faint mole, but closer inspection reveals as a small, long-healed scar. His features are appealing, with high cheekbones and a good jawline, but it's the confident mien and roguish smile that most often seem to draw people in.
He's in a well-worn biker jacket of the traditional sort, all fairly closely fit black leather and silvery zippers and snaps. Beneath it, he's got nicely-fitting dark indigo jeans with a plain white tank, its ribbed cotton skimming close enough to hint at the musculature beneath. Over that, he's wearing a long-sleeved, navy blue shirt, unbuttoned; judging by the white-on-red number patches on the left arm, the flag patch on the right shoulder, and the round fleur-de-lis patch to the left of the collar, it was once part of someone's Scout uniform... probably not his. Okay, the 'Boy Scouts of the USA' patch over the right pocket's a hint, too. There's a couple leather-and-bead bracelets on one wrist and a length of ball-chain disappearing beneath his collar; his nails were apparently painted black some time ago, since they're starting to show chips. Late teens, most likely, and when he speaks it's in a mellifluous, southern-accented baritone voice.
Lily is a teenager, but she's the sort to look suspiciously older due to a skillful application of makeup, high end clothing, and hair always done up with style. She's got the look of a full-blooded Asian, though exactly from where is a bit trickier to say, but from flawless skin to raven hair to dark almond-shaped eyes she's got the telltale design. She's not a very tall girl, maybe reaching the low inches of five feet, but she's built on an athlete's frame. She's slender looking, but close inspection shows carefully cultivated muscles and lean sculpting that only a athlete could maintain. She's beautiful, there's no denying that, and could possibly be a model were it not for an aloof, cool air about her that leaves her a bit distant seeming.
Linnaea is a petite young woman, just under five feet in height when she stands fully straight. Dark hair with auburn and even lighter blond highlights hangs in a braid slightly past her shoulders, with stray hairs that escape to form bangs and frame her face, and brown eyes. Her skin is fair but tanned, with freckles across her cheeks, and features that are not delicate so much as they are strong and simply there. She wears practical clothing, jeans and a brightly colored teeshirts, and sturdy looking slip on shoes.
The Caddy that's frequently parked by the Library and slightly less frequently -- except these last couple weeks -- outside Edgewood is currently parked on the street by the Park, instead. The top's currently up, despite the sunniness of the day. Felix has made himself comfortable by the park's First Street entrance, which seems to get somewhat more foot traffic passing by than the Bridge Street one, with a half-empty 20oz Coke bottle, a paper McDonald's bag, a cigarette, and most notably at present, a somewhat beat-up acoustic guitar, with its rather more beat-up case open at his feet. There's a reasonable handful of change and small bills in there, considering that while the day's sunny it's not that warm. Perhaps it's in response to that weather that the Gnawer's also wearing dark sunglasses -- they certainly don't make much of a disguise.
Walking in the park is a thing people do, right? Though of the people that are in the park, Linnaea seems more alert than most, spotting Felix nearly as soon as she comes out of the restrooms and onto the path. The Gaian's hair is loose of its usual braid except for a few small braids that remain, and she's wearing a black teeshirt, with baby groot perched on a rainbow, and rainbow leggings under a short black skirt. She doesn't angle immediately towards the Gnawer, either, moving past the fountain and keeping an eye on the park as she walks.
"--to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say; I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday," the Galliard is singing, and he's... quite good. Damn good, actually; it's a shame there isn't currently anyone around to notice. Not counting Linnaea, of course, though without amplification the fountain area probably isn't the best place to listen, at the moment, though that's where Felix more often plays. He does catch a glimpse of the movement, glancing over to check out the cause, and flashes the Gaian a grin when he spots her. A brief one, since it doesn't exactly match the mood of the song.
The theurge certainly recognises the song, making her way over towards Felix with a grin and a nod of greeting. Not close enough to interrupt, though, until the song ends. One hand is tucked into her pocket-- where the hell one hides a pocket in such a short skirt is a different story-- and the other lifts in a wave. "Fitting," the Brit murmurs.
Felix plays the remainder of the song to Linnaea, particularly once she actually comes over. The plaintiveness and melancholy don't fit his usual manner at all, but one wouldn't guess it if they didn't know him. It's a convincing performance. Of course, the effect is possibly somewhat spoilt by the grin she gets again as soon as the last note's died away. "Mornin'," he greets her brightly, "I like the look. 'Sup?"
Linnaea claps, enthusiastically and genuinely, at the end of the song, and leans against a bench. "I think it's afternoon though?" There's a bit of a chuckle. "Patrol, as it were, and bringing dandelions and feathers to the fountain," she says. "It's a nice day to be out, all things considered."
Felix squints at the sky from behind his shades, and allows, "Yeah, okay, afternoon, then. Details. Bringin' dandelions an' feathers to the fountain? It ain't collectin' enough of those itself?" He leans back a bit on the bench, reaching over for the soda bottle while he isn't playing.
There's a bit of a grin and the theurge shakes her head. "It makes the lunes and the glade children happy," Lin says, in an almost 'that's-obvious' tone of voice. She tucks her hands into her pockets, again, and watches as people pass by, most choosing to give the Garou somewhat of a wide berth for the moment. "I'm getting restless, though. Patrolling is all well and good but it's not /exploring/ like I... want and need to be doing."
"Oh, well, a'right then," Felix says, as if that explains everything, with a small shrug. He has a drink before offering the bottle Linnaea-ward, in case she's interested. "Pretty restless myself. 's why I'm here." A spread of his hands, possibly indicating the Park, more probably the city at large. "Although, obviously I ain't explorin'. At the moment."
"With everything happening, being restless is almost expected I guess," Lin says, quietly, shaking her head to the offer of the drink. "Feels like we're waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it's bloody well buggered no matter which way you look at things. I was thinking about getting lunch, would you like to join me? My treat."
Felix closes the drink back up and tucks it into his pocket as far as it fits, then takes a drag off what little remains of his cigarette and pinches it out. The cash from the guitar case gets moves to a pocket as well, while he puts the instrument away. "Yup," he agrees, "...an' don't get me wrong, I love nature an' all that shit plenty, but I'm pretty sure I was startin' to develop a nasty concrete-deficiency. Feelin' a lot better already." He stands, stretching, and then takes the guitar and the trash from (presumably) breakfast over to the Caddy, sliding both into the backseat. "Lunch sounds awesome, thanks. You wanna walk, or should I drive us somewhere?"
Linnaea grins. "When I went back home to England, most of my Sept-mates there looked at me like I was slightly off my rocker for liking the city as much as I do," she says. "But there's a balance point somewhere, or at least so the theory goes. I look at places like the other side of the park and wonder how people could think cities are so terrible." The Gaian seems to realise, at that point, that she's going on a bit, and looks sheepishly up at the sky. "You should drive," she says, "especially because I don't actually know how to." There's another faint grin. "Dunno where, but anything you feel like eating."
Felix grins back, leaning up against the car, and nods. "Yeah, especially with places like that," he agrees, "At least people more or less expect me to like it here anyhow. ...an' for the record, you drivin' wasn't an option anyhow." The last is clearly teasing, although that doesn't mean it isn't accurate. He steps away from the car and holds the door open for her to get in. "Hm... Anything I feel like eatin', huh? That's pretty wide open, there."
"That's what she said," Lin mutters at the end of what Felix says, ducking into the car and folding away her cane into her messenger bag. It's not /quite/ directed at the Fostern, and it's quiet, but it's definitely snarky nonetheless. Either it's restlessness, or the woman has let down her guard a little bit, or some of both. "Sure," she says, at closer to her regular conversational volume. "Though I'm /almost/ sick of pizza with how much of it I've had recently. Chinese food, maybe?"
Felix snickers at the mutter. "Sounds more like what he said. Right before she slapped him," he says, closing the door after her, and he heads around to get in the driver's side. Neither door is locked, she might notice; it's harder not to notice that he doesn't actually use a key to start the car up, instead reaching under the dashboard to tweak a couple wires. There ARE seatbelts, if she's inclined to use one, but he doesn't. "Could do Chinese, sure, that'd work. Somethin' with plenty of meat'd be good." A beat. "THAT'S what she said."
Linnaea snickers, which devolves quickly into more snickering for actually several minutes. "Sounds like a plan," the Gaian says. She doesn't put on her seatbelt, nor does she sit fully properly on the seat. Lin more or less sits on her heels and leans back somewhat. It makes her look a bit taller sitting down, too.
It probably isn't a big shock that when the car turns on, so does the radio, fairly loudly. It's the local rock station, which probably also is about what one would expect. Felix grins at the snickering, and pulls the Caddy out into traffic and off toward the restaurant, singing along as they go. It's not a particularly long drive, so Linnaea probably doesn't get treated to too much evidence of his driving style, which is usually one cop short of a ticket.
Luckily for Felix, the theurge doesn't also sing along, content to merely bob her head to the music on the radio and such. Because Linnaea can't actually sing. But it's not a long drive, and they get to their destination in one piece, and she steps out of the car once it's stopped, stretching her arms out. "Been a while since I've been here," she says. "And you know, I don't think I've ever eaten /in/? I always get take-out, and take it out to the house in the country, or take it back to work and such."
Felix parks much closer to the ideal than he drives, and hops out once he's done so, heading around to the other side. "Yeah? I got take-out a couple times, eaten in a couple. It ain't bad, booths're comfy an' all." He saunters toward the door, and apparently is in a gentlemanly mood, since he holds it for the Gaian to go in first.
It's a strange sight that Lily would be in a place like this, but there she is, dressed in expensive casual and standing at the counter where folks usually wait for to go orders. She glances towards the door as its opened. Her eyes pass over Lin, not appearing to recognize her, though they do linger longer on Felix.
"And the food's good, so who can complain?" Lin agrees, grinning. Her messenger bag is slung across her shoulders and for this short distance, the Gaian doesn't bother with using her cane. As she enters, she brushes her hair out of her face and chews thoughtfully on her lower lip, brushing and smoothing over her skirt after as well. The Gaian is fairly brightly dressed, or at least the rainbow leggings are bright. And the black teeshirt with baby groot on a rainbow might be familiar to Lily if thought hard enough about it. "At least restlessness is good for the appetite."
"Appetite ain't usually somethin' I need help with," Felix says, and flashes Lily a grin when his gaze hits her. "Hey," he says, giving her a chin-lift of greeting as he lets the door fall shut behind him. To Linnaea, he adds as an afterthought, "Though I AM pretty hungry, so could be it works even so."
"Hello, Felix." Lily says to the man giving the nod. "Good to see you're well." It's a business-like tone but she's not sounding snippy so there's that. She does take a second glance at Lin's shirt, which seems to dawn on her, though it's a faint drawing closer of her brows that doesn't imply it's the best dawning. She looks away quick enough though as not to be rude, only giving Lin a nod of greeting for it all.
Linnaea seems to be having some similar recognition of the teenager, brought on perhaps by hearing Lily speak, but it gains only the briefest furrowing of brow and nod. "Friend of yours?" she asks the Gnawer, curiosity evident even as she tilts her head and indicates a table so they can sit down and order. "Something like that. More-so than usual was what I meant. And if you're hungry then it's definitely good we're having lunch!"
"Good seein' you are, too," Felix replies, and glances between the pair of them. "I take it you ain't met yet? This's Lily," he tells the Gaian, and despite the very obvious difference in ancestry, "...distant cousin. Real distant, but hey, family's family, right?" Shrug, and another quick grin. To the Khan, "This's Lin. Closer cousin. Well, to me. 'bout the same to you, I reckon. How's it goin'?" He strolls over to the table Linnaea's picked, and sprawls himself into a chair, looking instantly comfortable. "Ain't quite sure if it's more'n usual, but I'm totally on board with definitely good," he adds to her, picking up a menu but not really seeming to pay it much attention as yet.
"Ah, I see." Lily remarks with the explanation. "It's going fine. Largely uneventful, just lessons galore." Of which she sounds positively and very dryly thrilled about. "I'm just here picking up some food off the other menu. Bless my host's staff but they cannot make proper Cantonese dishes."
Linnaea sits on the chair much the same as she sat in the car, on her heels with her knees tucked under her, and drums her fingers on the table in front of her. Rhythm at least she has, even if she can't carry a tune. "We met in the park, very briefly, about right before I ran into Jack," the Gaian says. "But not /met/ met or anything like. Last month." Lin apparently knows what she's ordering already, since there's no attention given to the menu on the side of the table.
Felix rests his arm on the back of the chair beside him, and taps the fingers of his other hand lightly on the menu -- in time with Linnaea's, intentionally or not -- eyes on the girls and the counter. Either he knows what he wants or he's going to be in a sudden hurry at some point. "Nice someone's got uneventful, I guess. Your host keepin' up on local news an' all? What'd you order?" A nod to the Gaian's remark, as well as, "An' what're you gettin'? Wanna aim for shit we both want an' share?"
"It'd expect he is." Lily says with a shrug of her shoulders. "But if there's anything important he hasn't informed me. Of course what he considers important versus others may be wildly differing opinions. As for what I ordered, lotus root soup and roast duck." And as she says that, one of the waitresses comes out to the counter with her order neatly packed. "Unfortunately dinner will be a short affair before more 'practice', 'again', and 'with feeling'. If you're feeling adventurous, you should let them cook you the chef's choice. It'll be nothing on the menu but they'll be delighted to cook something 'real'. It'll earn you some respect.. even if it may have eyeballs still in it."
There's a nod. Linnaea's British accent doesn't mangle the names of the food nearly as much as might be expected, "Wasn't sure what other than scallion pancakes and /tang bao/. They're very good here, along with the chicken thing that I got last time." Lily gets a grin. "Only real way to order anywhere. It's how I found out they make baozi here. There was a dumpling shop near where I grew up."
Felix grins at Lily's last addition, shrugging one shoulder. "Pretty sure I've eaten shit at least as weird as anythin' they're likely to offer," he says, "...an' I'm always feelin' adventurous. Sounds as good as anythin'. But I'm prolly gonna steal yours too anyway." That bit, of course, to Linnaea, although Lily's roast duck might also be in trouble if it manages to get within reach.
Lily says "Mhgoisaai. Joigin." Lily says to the woman as she collects her food with a genuine and pleasant looking smile on her face. Back to the Garou she turns, giving a nod and even looking a bit pleased at what Lin says. "I need to get back. Have a good evening both of you." And she collects up her bag and departs, leaving the Garou to their meal - and keeping her's well away from Felix. Nope!"
Linnaea lifts a wave in Lily's direction as the teen leaves, and quietly gets the attention of the woman behind the counter to come over so that the two Garou can order their food. The Gaian rattles off her order, perhaps a quarter of the entire menu, as well as the items she had previously mentioned, and grins. "Can't steal what's freely shared," she points out to Felix.
"I can try!" Felix replies, "If it can be done, I bet I could do it. Be like Macavity, 'cept for the cat thing." He does in fact ask for whatever the chef feels like feeding him, along with roast duck and sweet and sour pork. Possibly he figures Linnaea's covered enough else; he never actually ends up using the menu. The woman taking their order looks at him slightly askance as she approaches, but seems to relax somewhat when their ordering begins.
Linnaea grins a bit once they're waiting for their food, and the woman from the restaurant does give the two Garou a few sidelong glances from behind the counter even once their order is to the kitchen. Maybe it's the rage, or maybe it's just the sheer amount of food that has been ordered, it's hard to precisely tell. "It's that Coyote influence," she says, mock-seriously and shaking her head. The expression doesn't last that long before the Gaian ends up laughing, though.
"He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity," Felix sings, grinning again. He seems unbothered by the looks from the restauranteur, if he even notices them. "Coyote influence best influence," he says, mirroring her mock-solemnity, for about the same length of time.
"And when you reach the scene of crime-- Macavity's not there," Lin grins. The Gaian doesn't lift her voice even to her usual conversational volume, and it has the cadence that she's quoting from the poem rather than the musical. "I know a coyote spirit who frequents the Park, actually. And he'd probably agree with you on that. It was from that spirit that I learned my first gift, as a cub. After I'd earned it, of course."
"Well, he oughta. Everyone oughta agree with me on everythin', but him on that particularly," Felix says. "Which'd he teach you?" He considers a moment, "Kinda surprised we ain't run into him before; we useta spend a bunch of time on the far side over there."
"He taught me Persuasion," Lin says, grinning. "After cheating on the riddle contest we were having." The Gaian shakes her head, and laughs. "He comes by occasionally still, but well. Spirits are like that, they have their business they go about too, and much of it is less than comprehensible to us. Not all of it, but. There are wind spirits out near the bawn that I am friends with, too. Norman, the Get, introduced me to those, and Maddie introduced me to the coyote spirit." There's an impish grin as the first few dishes of their food are delivered to the table.
Felix looks approving of the gift in question, and grins again, wider, at the cheating: "After he cheated, or after you did?" Teasing; he's probably fairly sure which was meant. "Makes sense, even the ones that join up with us ain't always around." He drops the topic when the food shows up, looking it over appreciatively. Well. Hungrily. "Looks good."
Linnaea grins and takes the serving spoon, scooping food from the dishes onto her own plate and then offering it towards the Gnawer. Even as she picks up her chopsticks and such, she adds, "I turn polar bears white, and I'll make you cry. I make men have to pee, and women comb their hair. I make the famous look like fools, fools famous. I make pancakes brown and champaign bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop, but if you look at me, you'll pop. Can you guess what I am?" Then she shakes her head and grins. "Bon appetit!"
Felix accepts the spoon and pulls quite a bit of the various food options onto his plate, including the chef's choice, which he doesn't seem terribly bothered about being 100% unable to identify. He seems to be concentrating more on the riddle, eyes slightly narrowed while he mulls it over. "A'right, I got an answer to what you asked an' it's definitely right, no question," he declares after a good half a minute to a minute or so, "'No.'"
The theurge grins brightly, and nods, though she waits to say anything until she's finished the bite she's on. "That's the only sure answer. The entire riddle's a fluke, it's not even a riddle. Riddles have definitive answers other than 'no'," Lin says, grinning. "But it certainly ensured I would remember that riddle forever, I'll say that."
Despite the confident declaration that his smartass answer is definitely right, Felix looks quite startled to be told it actually =is=, more or less, and it gets a quick, delighted laugh. "Shit, I'm almost gettin' good at this these days," he says, "Got one right for Samantha on her challenge, an' one on the Spring rite too. I better be careful or people might start askin' me shit when it matters." He digs in more or less randomly to the selection of food he's ended up with. Alas, he is not as polite about not talking with his mouth full as she is, although he is at least quite practiced at it, so it could be worse. "Huh. So if-- nah, 'cause that's not what it asks," he decides, managing to leave out probably most of the important parts of the thought.
"If I didn't know better I'd say you looked like a responsible adult, too," Lin says, and then glances down. "But if I did, then people might try and accuse me of the same thing." Slight and tiny though Linnaea is, it would be impossible to tell that from the quantity of food she consumes, and without as much as stopping to visibly breathe in between while she's eating too.
Felix glances down at himself appraisingly. "Must be doin' somethin' wrong," he muses, "Is it the Scout shirt?" The amount he manages to put away is probably less surprising, purely because people expect it of males in his age range. Not to mention Gnawers. The pair of them are still probably going to impress that waitress.
Linnaea takes one of the steamed buns from their dish and sets it in the middle of hers, grinning. "Well, y' are Fostern," she notes in that somewhat stating-the-obvious-politely tone that she has. This time, it's not quite deadpan, though she manages to make it not 'get weird'. "Though the scout shirt's not hurting the impression either. Try wearing rainbow leggings, then no one will take you seriously." It's still hard to tell if she's joking...
"I do have fuckin' fantastic legs," Felix muses Very Seriously, tilting his head a bit and rubbing his chin thoughtfully before the grin escapes again. "I dunno if I got time for the number of asses I'd end up havin' to kick, though. An' sure, I am, but last time I checked it didn't =show=. Anyway, pretty sure if I was a responsible adult it'd be buttoned an' I'd have, I dunno, some kind of stupid scarf or somethin'. An' prolly a bunch of kids askin' me how to start a fire." He continues eating, giving the remaining steamed buns a considering look.
The steamed buns are full, it appears, of steaming hot soup and whatever meat it is, at least as evidenced from Linnaea's slightly careful handling of it and poking into it with a spoon first so that it doesn't spill out. Much, at least. It's enough that even gets the theurge to quiet down while she digs in. "Looks better this way," she points out. "I never understood the scarves thing anyway."
Felix lifts his chin at the first part of that remark, head tilting; this time it's closer to a small smirk than a grin, though not a malicious one, and there's a more genuine touch of cockiness than in the joke about the leggings. "'course it does," he says, "That's why I'm wearin' it this way." She gets a quick, playful wink with that, and he claims one of those steamed buns for himself, not quite as carefully as he ought to; it gets a small hole and leaks soup onto other parts of his plate. This doesn't appear to be a problem. "Ain't no time those bandana kinda scarves look real good on guys, no matter what. Some chicks can pull it off, though. Audrey Hepburn in that one movie, that worked."
Linnaea spoons more of the broth and dumpling into her mouth, and then laughs. "I wonder what they're going to think when I order take-out, too," she murmurs under her breath.
"'Jackpot'?" Felix suggests, breaking properly into his dumpling as well. "What's your plan for the rest of the day, anyhow? Headin' back outta town, or hangin' around?"
The Gaian shrugs one shoulder, and dumps the rest of the orange chicken onto her plate when the plate is clear. "Being good for business means," she says in between bites, "that amongst other things I know I am contributing to them still being here and being open the /next/ time I want Chinese food." Linnaea grins broadly. "Another patrol near work, and going to my apartment to grab some things-- carefully-- before I head back out, probably. Wasn't really quite sure, didn't have a plan."
"Didn't say it was a =bad= thing to have 'em thinkin'," Felix says, grinning back again. "...an' I can't remember if I said thanks yet. So thanks." He continues to clean his plate, and gives the remaining food on the dishes some consideration before snagging the rest of the sweet and sour pork, and some more rice. "Ain't quite decided what I'm doin'. 'spose most likely I oughta be headin' back soon." He doesn't sound particularly enthusiastic about the idea.
Linnaea nods. "That's the overall idea," Lin says, "but I definitely need to grab some things before I head back out that way. Plus, quite honestly I don't /really/ want to go back out, I was just there /yesterday/." She grins. "I might stay in the park overnight and go home tomorrow. See what I can catch up on, if Pamuy has found out anything useful, and such."
"Heh. That's pretty close to what I been thinkin'," Felix admits, "...the headin' back tomorrow part, anyway. I pretty much got what I need, 'cept there's a couple things I might pick up yet, but... Saturday nights're generally speakin' a shitload more fun here than there." He chews a bite of pork, and shrugs. "Either way, you got a ride back?"
She shakes her head. "Hadn't planned that part out either. Charlene gave me a ride out here," Linnaea explains. "Most of the time, she gives me a ride back when she's able. Or I get a company car to Kent Crossing, go out into the woods, and walk from there, depending upon. I don't like taking the company car at the moment, though."
Felix does not look disappointed about this, at present. "Well, then clearly I'll just hafta hang out here until you're ready to go back and play taxi," he says brightly, giving her a grin that adds 'and for absolutely no other reasons at all, of course' clearly enough to obviate the need for the words. "...it prolly ain't the worst idea if we stick together for some of the stuff anyhow."
Linnaea nods. "I'd appreciate it," she admits. "I do well enough usually," the last of the dumplings gets moved to Lin's plate. "But there's always that chance otherwise. Plan is to go by where Fetch is hanging, check in there, and grab stuff from my apartment before anything else. Or after everything else." The cliath chews on her lower lip for a moment. "So, a while ago, you mentioned that City Running gift... tell me about it?" Her voice tags upward at the end of the question, curious.
"Haven't seen him in a bit," Felix says, though he doesn't sound particularly worried about it -- possibly he figures if there were good reason to be, the other Gnawer's packmates would be likely to know first. He brightens a bit at her question, snagging what's left of whatever the chef's choice was -- it's got meat and he seems to like it -- and moving it onto his plate. A quick dart of the eyes to be sure there's still no one overly near them, and he answers, "It's awesome. You seen people do parkour, yeah? Like that, only more so. You gotta get yourself in tune with your city, an' then all that shit in action movie chase scenes, goin' roof to roof, up an' down buildings, dodgin' through alleyways an' shit, no problem. ...I do it pretty often just for fun."
Aside from having come by once to make sure their food was okay, the waitress is more than happy to leave the Garou to their lunch and deal with the rest of the patrons of the restaurant.
Linnaea lifts her shoulder and grins at the first part. "He's... being Fetch, more or less. I know that a few days ago he got all excited about chasing a squirrel out of someone's yard. And I haven't had to go pretend he's my dog in ages, so it's a good week." The Gaian grins. "I have had to, in the past. Hot-dog vendors in the park are /mean/." She takes a sip of her tea. "It sounds like a lot of fun," Lin says. "I usually count it a good day when I get on a walk and remember how to do that, but I mean, it /really/ sounds useful. I'd like to learn it... or at least try to, I think."
Felix laughs at the Fetch-antics. "...well, squirrels can be kinda fun," he says, "an' if you wanna learn it, I'm down to try an' teach you. That'd be fun too. Prolly won't try an' start you on it quite how I got taught, but we'll build to it. You want an' we got some free time between the other stuff, we can get started today. Another reason to grab the time around here we can." He glances out the window, chewing another bite off his plate, and looks broadly pleased with things. "Rest of the afternoon's lookin' up."