[Engie takes the opposite seat, doing pretty much the opposite thing, as well: he glances over the dinner choices, ready to fill his stomach. Said stomach nearly plummets from under him as he glances over Spy's shoulder and sees Miss Pauling.
The panic on his face is immediate, but dissipates as he gets a better look at her- no, that's not her. Just another dark-haired lady about her age in cat-eye glasses. She's even wearing a purple blouse to complete the image, but it's definitely not her.
Not that she didn't give him a fright. He smiles and hides further behind his menu, a little sheepish.]
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on 2014-12-12 04:00 am (UTC)The panic on his face is immediate, but dissipates as he gets a better look at her- no, that's not her. Just another dark-haired lady about her age in cat-eye glasses. She's even wearing a purple blouse to complete the image, but it's definitely not her.
Not that she didn't give him a fright. He smiles and hides further behind his menu, a little sheepish.]