Jesper and Abilee stumbled into the cozy Muggle-restaurant, a little wet. Jesper looked at Abilee, and thought that she probably didn't mind.
He sighed out and motioned towards an empty table, and sat down, waiting for a waitress to come with the menues. He was HUNGRY. Starving.
"Do you know what your getting?" Jesper asked and looked around for that waitress.

Abilee walked into the resturant with Jesper, almost stumbling. She shook her hair from the rain and styled it. Now it was slightly curly. Abilee followed him towards the empty table and sat down as well. "I think I'll get some French Toast, if they have any,"

Jesper finally got a waitress's attention and got two menues. He gave one to Abilee and opened his. "I guess you're lucky," Jesper grinned as French Toast was almost at the top of the first page. "I think I'll have... A burger," Jesper said, so hungry that he could eat anything. Burgers were really muggle-ish, so that would be goooddddd. Yummyyyy.

"Hehe, yay!" Abilee beamed as Jesper passed her a menu and and saw French Toast. Why was it even called 'Fench Toast'? Just like French Fries. They didn't really come from France. Riiight? Oh well. "I'll have Fench toast," Abilee smiled at the waitress and set the menu down. Yup, she was really craving it.

Jesper chuckled. Craving were WEIRD sometimes. It was like hambuger, the name really didn't come from the word 'ham'. It actually came from the city Hamburg or whatever it was called, where the burger was invented.

Yup, Jesper knew his food-history.

"I'll have a burger, any burger," Jesper said and handed the waitress his menu. They'd probably just pick the most expensive one, but Jesper honestlyyyy didn't care.

Jesper took a bread from the little basket on the table, and smiled again at Abilee. "You like French toast?" He asked, smiling widerrr.

The British Ministry of Magic was one hell of a confusing place. The haphazard levels, uncountable departments and absolutely zero guidance compelled the 26 year old to drop the idea of reporting for duty and step into this tiny restaurant across the street. Tipping the rim of his fedora hat in the direction of a woman who unexpectedly smiled upon seeing him, Marlon flashed her one of his charming crooked smiles. Nothing new there. Big-headed or what, he's used to this sort of attention.

Marlon descended on an empty table by the window, overlooking the busy street. Placing his bag on the table, he ruffled his wild hair which were set in wave like manner. How will he ever live without hair gels and gloops?

Chloe had been wandering her day, her brain a bit listless. Something was on mind, well, more like her heart. It was just tugging at her, and she couldn't concentrate on anything. Thus, she had taken to just walking around Muggle London. Realizing she was hungry, she stopped in at her favorite Muggle restaurant. That woman she met one day in Diagon Alley was there. What was her name? Abilee? Yes, that was it. She seemed preoccupied, though, and Chloe didn't want to be rude. So, she sat down at a table alone next to a man who was very intently making his hair even messier. She gave a little eye roll, not directed at anyone, and began perusing the menu.

Just one last twist and it's all set. Perfect. Marlon finally drew his hand away from his hair and focused on the copy of a newspaper abandoned on the table. Truth be told, he's not really fond of newspapers. They tend to fry his brain but if one enjoys being worried, more power to you. Go for it. Ignoring the newspaper, he shifted his attention towards the people entering the cafe, wondering if most of them were muggles. Hmm, that can't be the case since the ministry's real close to this place. Shrugging, he slipped his watch around his wrist and placed an order for an orange juice and fish & chips. "Don't forget the peas." As he warned the waiter, an unidentified woman sat down next to him without even bothering to ask and rolled her eyes...at him, of course. A small smile crossed his lips and he leaned back on the chair, staring the woman as he tapped his finger on his chin in thought. "I need an opinion." He said, narrowing his gaze slightly at her and without waiting for her permission, he proposed his question. "Why do women roll their eyes?" Smiling genuinely at her, he busied himself with the newspaper resting on the table.

The man at the table next to her was speaking to her, she was sure. She gave her hair a little flip over her shoulder and turned to look at him, a polite smile on her face, telling him he could ask whatever question he wanted to ask. Really? That was the all-important question he needed to ask her. "Usually women roll their eyes for two reasons. First being someone makes a silly joke, and the eye-roll means, "Okay, that was kind of funny, but it was also really stupid so I'm trying not to laugh." Then there's the eye roll that women use when someone is acting stupid or in a way that is completely foolish and unnecessary." And then the waitress was at her table, and Chloe smiled at the woman genuinely and placed her order. Once the waitress had gone, she reached in her bag and pulled out the old book of Greek children's stories that Asher had given her and began reading through it.

He listened to her intently, nodding as she explained her theory about eye-rolls. Two reason? That can't be it. Women roll their eyes 24/7, there has to be more to it. Ummhmm. "Welll..." He drawled and leaned forward on the table, "...If she finds it funny then laugh it off, make the poor guy a bit happy." They are so judgmental. "And besides, all jokes are silly." Yep. Most of them are. Sighing, he crossed his arms and rested it on the table, "As for the second part, is that the reason why you just rolled you eyes?" He was just being curious because the women he had unfortunately dated or was friends with, tend to roll their eyes for no reason. It's really irritating, all right?

Chloe sat her book back down. Obviously this conversation was not over. Turning in her chair slightly she looked at him. "Usually, we do laugh afterwards. Depends on the man. My boyfriend makes the most pointless jokes, and I always roll my eyes pretending he's not funny, but half a second later, I'm laughing. Now, if it was some arrogant man who got on my nerves? I probably wouldn't laugh." Then she raised an eyebrow at his next question. She gave her hair another flip over her shoulder and looked at him a bit coolly before simply saying, "Yes." And a bit of a smirk appeared on her face.

Was he getting on her nerves? Well, the way she set her book down did imply it. He could never understand them - never have, never will. Just her boyfriend? What about others? They also deserve some adoration despite being silly. He added, "Got it." and flashed a grin. Thankfully, the waiter arrived with his order just in time. Inhaling the delicious aroma, he fished out his wallet and handed over the muggle money along with a tip for the waiter. He rolled up his sleeves and glanced at her as she said...yes. Whoa! He was being silly and he wasn't aware of it himself? He frowned; which was more out of habit, and asked, "You give such good explanations, will you please elaborate?" He fought back a chuckle and popped a fry in his mouth. Crispy and hot - just the way he likes.

Oh for the love of Harry Potter and all things good! This man was something else. Slytherin or Gryffindor, no doubt. He had that air about him, that overly-confident, "I really think I'm too good for you, but I'm going to pretend I don't feel that way" attitude that drove Chloe absolutely insane. In her mind, she distributed extra boyfriend points to Asher for being humble and compassionate. Now both of her eyebrows were raised. "Elaborate? Okay. You are a grown man, not a fifteen year old kid. Making your hair all messy to give you the tough, cool, just hopped off a broom look. Some women might fall for the bad guy persona initially, but in the long-run that won't be what they want. So, sitting in a restaurant messing up your hair just makes you look juvenile." Then the waitress was bring out her food, too, and she turned back to her table, twirling her pasta onto her fork and taking a bite.

Katherine was glad that her taste in furniture went well with Nikos'. she smiled at him " well in that I'm no firstie, I've been living alone since I left Hogwarts, sort of needed to do my own thing..".
She was excited to hear that he though her idea was a good one " Yes I'd love for you to cook, you can really cook, I really can't do anything in a kitchen, not if there isn't a quick spell to do it anyway...." she pretended to pout and laughed " well I'll just give people some flyers to hang on our levels or something like that.. how do you think we should do this? Maybe talk to Sapphire and Theron as well..?"

As she started to speak again, his lips curled into a twisted smile. Everything she said sounded comical to him. Fifteen year old kid, making hair messy on purpose; so what if he liked his hair messy, tough, cool, bad guy blah blah blah. True, very true. First she sits on his table, rolls her eyes at him and then has the nerve to call him immature or more like bash him. Not able to control himself any longer, Marlon burst into a fit of laughter and had to hold the table to contain himself. "You certainly have a knack for explaining things." He muttered, shaking his head in amusement. Stuffing some more fries in his mouth, he looked at her once again, a crooked smile never leaving his lips, "Is it me or are you always this way?" Really, he honestly wanted to know if the way she acted was a result of his presence. He could easily expose the best and worst of people but not in a million years had he thought about pulling it off at such an early phase of a conversation. Once his cackles subsided, Marlon pressed his lips together to fight back the smile that was threatening to break out, "Would you like to try some of the fries? They are delicious, don't mind me if you're on a diet." His tones were friendly yet a bit taunting.

Chloe bit her tongue and narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn't stupid. She could tell when someone was being vindictive. "Actually, I'm usually a very nice person. Arrogance just doesn't sit well with me. Besides, I'm simply answering the questions you asked me, so you can't really be too offended by my answers," she said with a venom in her voice. When he offered her some of his fries, she gave him another smirk. "You're not from around here, are you?" Because quite obviously those were not what Americans called "fries" they were chips. There was a difference. Turning in her seat again, she went back to eating her pasta.

Her bitter-sweet answer caused his lips to curve into another smirk. She's actually nice? After that explanation, did she think he'll believe it? Twirling a fry between his fingers, he muttered, "I'm glad to know that you ingest your meds sometimes." And should probably intake them more often! Snort. All in good fun, hopefully she wouldn't take it to heart. Snickering quietly to himself, Marlon shifted in his seat a bit. He isn't used to sitting so still. He's always on the go and even walks while eating food. Odd, much?

Her next question earned a brow raise. Not around from here? Heck he doesn't even know what this street is called. "Jeg er Norsk, damen." He tipped his hat at her and smiled, "I mean, I was born and raised in hell." He replied and glanced around the restaurant, shiftily. Just kidding, actually the real meaning is 'I'm Norwegian, Lady.'

"I loveeeeeeeeeee French toast," Abilee beamed and nodded. She loved French toast but never really ate it since the tastey food would her kind of hyper and stuffed really fast. But that wasn't something unusual. "Do you like burgers?" she asked.

Chloe didn't feel the need to put up with anymore rudeness after that comment. Luckily, she didn't ever eat very much, so she ate in silence quietly for a few more minutes until full. She took out her purse and laid down the Muggle money to pay for the bill, and then stood up. Giving her hair a flip, she said, "Hmm... Norway. Hear it's lovely this time of year," she said with a cool smile. She had lived and visited enough places to know that it was important to know how to say the name of a countries in their native tongue. And with that, she slung her purse on her shoulder and said, "Have a lovely day," before walking out of the restaurant, her heels clicking against the floor, pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes as she pushed the door open.

"I guess I like them, but I don't really eat them that often," Jesper shrugged. When he ate out, his first pick usually wouldn't be a burger. But right now he was sooo hungry, and a burger would be very good. Haha...

"So what're you drinking?" Jesper said, realizing they hadn't ordered drinks.

Nathan smiled boyishly as Egypt winked at him. Yup. He STILL had it. Heh.

He opened the menu and began to scan the meals on offer. This was a bit posh wasn't it? It certainly made a nice change from KFC in his room in the Leaky Cauldron. Fried chicken seemed to be Nathan's main diet these days – Egypt would have a fit if she knew. Still, the stuff was damn tasty.

He looked at Egypt over the top of his menu, his eyebrows raised. Chicken pox? Was that KFC chicken related? He made a face. “What on earth is that?” He asked. It sounded nasty. “Poor little mites.” He mumbled. Bath them in oatmeal? This got weirder and weirder. He looked at Egypt with wide eyes, not really understanding what she was talking about.

Willow got the lead in Wicked? She was going to be on the stage in the West End when she was older at this rate. “That's brilliant.” Nathan smiled. He was so proud of his children.

He decided on soup for his starter and the braised beef for his main course. He eyed the desserts they had on offer and licked his lips thinking it all looked nicer than the main meals.

He closed his menu and placed in on the table and leaned forward a little. “And hows thing with you, love?” He asked her softly knowing that she wasn't finding their current situation easy.

It was good to know that she would be incharge of decorating the appartment cause he was horrible at decorating. "Well my mom knew a few local muggles in a nearby neiborhood and she taught me how to cook and her husband taught me to fish. Just give me a list of what you want me to cook." He grined at her pouting. Pondering as to how they should do it, he ruffled his hair. "We should talk to them both, tell them to invite there friends...and a guess hang some flyers."

It was almost like old times, them flirting with each other like newly weds. It brought back so many memories it twisted Egypt's stomach to think about where they were now.

She shrugged, "Its little spots all over their body, and I do mean absolutely everywhere." She pointed out. "And they really itch. I had to take them to a muggle doctor for some cream or another. I think they got it from that school." She knew thats where they got it from because that was something only muggles got. "But they are enjoying bathing in that vat of oatmeal. Thought Tweet believes the doctor didn't literally mean oatmeal, but thats what he said. So," she shrugged again. It was helping them with their itching and they were enjoying it.

Egypt smiled, "Opening night is in June." She didn't know if he was going to travel with the family or find his way there, but Egypt knew that Willow would be crushed if he wasn't there.

She placed her menu down on the table and the waiter was at her elbow for their order. "Can I please have the Caesar salad to start and then the lobster risotto please." she smiled at him. She might as well eat good on this date.

Egypt looked at Nathan, did he really want to know how she was doing or was this just polite conversation? "To tell you the truth Nathan I'm a little hurt," she thought it was best if she were honest with him. She didn't know any other way to be. "You won't come home and me and the children are trying to be supportive and understanding but you are acting as if you were the only hurt and that you are the only one that has to get over something." She hated talking to Nathan like that but it was time she let everything out and told him how much they missed him. "Everyday the kids ask if you are coming home and I tell them no an they don't understand why, and frankly neither do I." She wasn't going to cry. She just wasn't. "The man that I have loved and pledged my life to, the man that I never a reason to doubt me nor my love doesn't trust me. That hurts Nathan." She dropped her eyes to the table. She had to keep it together. This wasn't the place to start crying like a baby.

"Ahhhh. I personally don't like them as much. I get too stuffed easily when I eat them," Abilee shurgged. She really didn't like them at all. Maybe it was because she never ate them as often as other people. But oh well.

"I want some orange juice," Abille smiled. Now she felt like she was eating breaskfast. All she needed was PANKCAKES.

"Yes, that's a good idea. So I'll leave them memo's on their offices and... I think you can cook whatever you like, I trust your judgement " she looked around and smiled at him " I think I'll be going now " she searched for money and left some on the table " I think this will cover my half, I really have to get my things going on the office" she winked and got up.

"I'll se you later" and left.