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And the number of blonde Italians in the bar has gone up by one. Bianca is sitting in a booth, glass of wine and studying a bowl of pasta.

This whole 'eating' business is still mildly hard to get used to.

She really wouldn't mind distraction/company.

[~~ooc: lunch calls, will be back soon.~~ Back!]

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Pre-planned company, perhaps? ~~Afterall, it seems like they had just been talking.~~

Svava smiles, sitting down across from Bianca- and yes, dressed in jeans, boots, and a white blouse with bright embroidery on the cuffs and collar.

"I don't blame you- that food looks too much like someone opened up a skull and dumped the contents on a plate, really."

"Italians eat pasta. I am Italian, and thus I should at least try." Bianca points out, mock-formal.

"... It still looks like something else." Svava eyes it. "Though it doesn't help that I had been reading about what the Egyptians do to their dead when Archie picked that out for dinner."

"...no, that couldn't have helped."

Svava shakes her head with a resigned sigh.

"... There'd be other things Italians eat as well?"

"Of course. But this is what the Bar gave me. And it's not that bad, actually."

"If you do say so, of course." Svava nods- Not like she has to eat it herself.

"I do. I'll just...eat some more, otherwise Arithon will be Hovering, and then I'll take you through?"

"He certainly can hover." Svava nods, chuckling. "Yes- do eat so he doesn't worry, its fine."

"... You're getting used to this all again."

"Slowly." She admits, but with a smile.

Svava nods, toying with a piece of paper.

"Were you able to be hurt, as a vampire?"

Quietly,

"Yes. Most things would heal within moments, or a day's sleep. But, fire and the sun? Well, my skin is supposed to be white."

It's presently a nice, golden tan.

"But you're still here- the sun didn't hurt you much, then." Svava blinks.

"It nearly killed me. I was burnt nearly eighty years ago. And, my master? Marius? He was once set on fire - it took him years to even look human again."

Svava winces, and nods slowly. ".... My apologies for bringing it up, Bianca."

"It's...alright. Long time ago."

Brightly,

"So, shopping?"

"You're done, then?" Svava glances to Bianca's plate, then nods up to her with a smile.

Shopping is quite better than other subjects, certainly.

"As much as I can...I'm sure if I get hungry I can buy something when we're in town."

Svava nods. "I did ask the Bar for some money, that should work there." She bites her lip, thinking.

"Unless they would take gold?"

"No. But, if you don't have enough, I can easily pay for it. Consider it a gift."

"They do get silly about gold as well, it seems." Svava shakes her head, then smiles at Bianca. "Thank you, then."

"My pleasure! Now, how are you with cars?"

"I've been in one." Svava nods, proudly. "A hundred miles an hour, even."

Bianca giggles.

"Very well, then. We shall have no problems. Follow me? (http://www.livejournal.com/users/abotticellilady/12262.html)"

Svava beams, and grabs her small purse, following after Bianca.

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