Vist to Ranka's (For nyan_nyan)

[kittysdragon]

The little dragon was happy after so long to finally be having a nice evening with the girl he'd met and become interested in, Ranka Lee, who was one of the few women he'd met outside the X-Men who was taken with him, despite his little appearance. With her address to hand it had been a simple case to fly over to her neighbourhood in the fading night. Tentively Lockheed peered into a nerby window, just to check he had the right place. The last thing he wanted to do was scare an unknown person by mistake.

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[nyan_nyan]

"Oh, I'm sure we'll find something anyways... it's hard to decide when there are so many options, though." Netflix, a blessing and a curse - she might have to limit herself to physical copies just to come to a decision.

"You can watch me cook from up there if you want, just make sure you don't fall off or anything." Ranka reached up and patted him softly on the head.

[kittysdragon]

"Maybe if we find something we both like that'll be ok?" Yes Kitty had Netflix and often had the same issues with picking stuff to see.

He let out a slight coo as she patted his head. "Don't worry, yeh shoulder's very comfy, but Heed won't slip off, promise, yeh food smells very nice!"

[nyan_nyan]

"There'll be something, I'm sure," she reassured, heading back to the kitchen.

"Anyways... lemme get started here." Lots of pre-prepped chicken, chopped up vegetables - rice already done. A quick meal at this point.

[kittysdragon]

Lockheed smiled and elected to remain quiet for the most part whilst Ranka worked, figuring that she might need the concentration. Even so he watched her cooking skills with great interest.

[nyan_nyan]

It took just minutes to actually cook the small pieces of food, then to plate it all up, set the tables - although she wasn't sure if she needed to set any kinds of utensils.

He'd ask, probably. "What do you like to drink, and... uh, how should I serve it?"

[kittysdragon]

Lockheed varied in how he approached food, though his little paws weren't really designed for human sized utensils, so generally he opted to use his hands. He was more debating on whether a chair would suit him on not - she wouldn't exactly see him and he'd likely be best perched on the table and cross his stumpy legs.

"Erm, water or soft drink is best, Heed tends to not agree with yeh alcohol. And a bowl is best, glasses ain't built for Heed."