As they make their way through the room Roland lets himself look - well, not impressed. Knowing the rot that lies underneath all this city's marvels, feeling the consequences of it so dearly, takes a good bit of the wind from that particular sail. Awe, then. For all his distaste for the attitudes of these people, for their excesses, he is still sometimes reminded that these may as well be the Old Ones of his own world's history. They've reached the same heights, produced the same wonders that, before Panem, he'd only heard of in legend. There's life in these walls, in the ceiling and in the floor, sea unnaturally brought to land and held in place with technology his world hadn't even begun to understand for centuries. Centuries or, maybe, for much longer.
Of course, to the rest of the people here this is only a place to eat. The very excess that created this marvel makes its creators numb to it. The real wonder, so far as the owners of the low voices that follow them to the booth are concerned, is Panem's latest gossip. Which, for the moment, happens to be the two of them. If this room had a table that carried sound more than any of the others, he's sure they would have been brought to it. As it is, their 'host' has had to settle for one from which he and Signless can both see and be seen by nearly every other table in the room.
Once they sit and their host begins to move away, Roland leans forward. "Would you eat first, before I show-"
He pauses. Looks at the Capitolite, who started moving away but didn't quite finish. "Oh, are you ready to order already?" The woman says, in response to Roland's total lack of expression. "There's no need to hurry, I'll be ready whenever you decide."
Roland does not look away from her.
"Or would you rather start with drinks?" she says hurriedly, swiping her finger over the glass screen of one of their menus. With a few taps pictures of different colored bottles appear on it, alongside names. She's recovered already, and now looks more eager than anything else. "These two are particularly suited to that intimate night out..."
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Of course, to the rest of the people here this is only a place to eat. The very excess that created this marvel makes its creators numb to it. The real wonder, so far as the owners of the low voices that follow them to the booth are concerned, is Panem's latest gossip. Which, for the moment, happens to be the two of them. If this room had a table that carried sound more than any of the others, he's sure they would have been brought to it. As it is, their 'host' has had to settle for one from which he and Signless can both see and be seen by nearly every other table in the room.
Once they sit and their host begins to move away, Roland leans forward. "Would you eat first, before I show-"
He pauses. Looks at the Capitolite, who started moving away but didn't quite finish. "Oh, are you ready to order already?" The woman says, in response to Roland's total lack of expression. "There's no need to hurry, I'll be ready whenever you decide."
Roland does not look away from her.
"Or would you rather start with drinks?" she says hurriedly, swiping her finger over the glass screen of one of their menus. With a few taps pictures of different colored bottles appear on it, alongside names. She's recovered already, and now looks more eager than anything else. "These two are particularly suited to that intimate night out..."