March 12th, 2005
|09:43 pm - St. Jude's Hospital|
Ariadne makes her way down the hospital hall, carrying a paper cup containing a pair of capsules.
Hearing an unfamiliar voice inside Room 172, she pauses in the doorway, regarding her patient and his visitor.
"Hi," she says with a smile. "Sorry to interrupt, but it's time for his medicine."
Mortal eyes see a woman in her twenties with a Mediterranean complexion and warm brown eyes, her black hair worn in a knot at the crown of her head. She's wearing a crisp white uniform and running shoes, a stethescope slung around her shoulders.
Fae eyes see a vivacious satyr, ivory-colored horns poking up through her raven-black hair. Her goat legs are covered with a pelt of silky black waves from her waist to her dainty black hooves. She's wearing a short dress of Chinese brocade, cut to enhance her curves, but leaving her legs free for easy movement.
Current Mood: working
Aaron chuckles. "Good point. No food allergies and neither of us are vegetarians." There is a slight hesitation, then he continues seriously, "I'd rather avoid things like chicken legs or leg of lamb. Or ribs." Aaron's expression brightens, "Oh, and I should give you my phone number." He starts digging in his pockets for a pen and paper.
She takes a pen from the chest pocket of her uniform and passes it to him. "Here."
After some thought, she says, "How about kabobs? They're easy to transport, and Dr. Makarios gave me this great recipe for marinade."
"Oh, kabobs would be great. I used to get those when I went to the Ren Faire in Maryland." He smiles. "That was always fun. Gordon got someone to make Julian and I matching outfits one year. And my one roommate worked at the Faire, so I've been there lots of times."
He writes his name and phone number on the paper. "That's my cell phone, so you'll either get me or my voice mail."
She nods, writing something on the bottom of the paper and passing it back to him. "Okay," she says, tucking the piece of paper into her chest pocket, along with the cards from earlier. "Those are my numbers - the one on the top is my home number, and the other one is my cell."
((OOC: Shall we end this here and start a new thread with the three of them at dinner?))
((OOC: All right, let's end it here and start a new one. Would you like to start?))