"So. 'No, but we have a cutout shaped like a heart'," Criswell corrects flatly, underwhelmed. There's no change to the recipe and the pun's not that good, so what's the point? He doubts they're even that cute. Then his eyebrows raise. She's really stuck on this. "...And you definitely have me confused with someone else."
"And the dipping sauce is pink." Aster's perfect hostess face cracks a little, a furrow running into her brow as she is forced, yet again, to defend her perfect and terrible restaurant. She really shouldn't have such an attachment to the place, as even Criswell's giving it too much credit. They absolutely don't have a cutout. They came frozen from a factory like that. "...Hm. It's the Prince Charming features, I bet."
The wink she gives is far too exaggerated for that really to have been flirting, but at least she's feigning friendly again. "Do you have any siblings? Maybe I was confusing you for one of those."
Criswell isn't at all above being swayed by flattery, but the ego he has doesn't have much to do with his looks and he gives Aster yet another confused stare...before understanding finally dawns. His jaw clenches in silent exasperation for a moment and then he sighs. "...You couldn't just tell me you're playing too? But, no. I don't have any."
Ah. The gig is up. She tucks her order pencil behind her ear, so it's too bad if he wanted to order any food after all. "Can't a person multitask? I won't get paid if the boss knows I'm playing on the clock." This is not true. "...But thank you. Sure you don't want those tots? On the house." It's the least she can do.
This actually gives Criswell pause. He doesn't know Aster, but he doesn't want to get her into trouble with her boss. The last time he crossed his mentor still haunts him and that was at least a year ago. "No. Thank you. Besides, you've already given me something."
He lifts his card for her to see, checks off Is Supposed To Be Working Right Now, and gives her a faint smile.
This is far kinder than Aster deserves, and she knows it. She gives a grateful little salute. "Oh, perfect. Glad to be of service. Tip your waitresses." The wink sort of implies she's joking.
Re: SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell Trelawney
SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell Trelawney
The wink she gives is far too exaggerated for that really to have been flirting, but at least she's feigning friendly again. "Do you have any siblings? Maybe I was confusing you for one of those."
Re: SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell Trelawney
SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell Trelawney
Re: SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell Trelawney
He lifts his card for her to see, checks off Is Supposed To Be Working Right Now, and gives her a faint smile.
SPEED DATING BINGO: Criswell Trelawney