Even with her snatching the springroll from him in a hurry, her fingertips graze his for just the briefest of flashes and it is enough to give him what he wants to know - at least a start.
"Stay here," he says. "I will be right back."
He tends to sit near the bar normally anyways (as the people watching is more entertaining, especially at Happy Hour) so he does not leave her line of sight as he scoots out of the booth and walks to the counter. After a brief conversation with Bar herself, he returns with a few things in a cardboard box and then sets it on the floor beneath the table. Then he grabs the takeout boxes and sets them down there as well, before he climbs down on his hands and knees and moves himself under the table.
(He may give off 'predator' energy in the slightest sense with the 'owl' being part of him, but he is not hunting here tonight in the bar - there are rules, after all. So she will likely not notice it, or find it concerning.)
There is a blanket in the box, which he pulls out and hands over to her, before he moves and sits beside her, with his back to the bench seat. (This still gives her an escape route, should she need it. He knows he feels more comfortable with one always available.) The next thing he hands to her is a bottle of a juice drink - something with electrolytes, Bar said it would help - and he opens it for her.
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"Stay here," he says. "I will be right back."
He tends to sit near the bar normally anyways (as the people watching is more entertaining, especially at Happy Hour) so he does not leave her line of sight as he scoots out of the booth and walks to the counter. After a brief conversation with Bar herself, he returns with a few things in a cardboard box and then sets it on the floor beneath the table. Then he grabs the takeout boxes and sets them down there as well, before he climbs down on his hands and knees and moves himself under the table.
(He may give off 'predator' energy in the slightest sense with the 'owl' being part of him, but he is not hunting here tonight in the bar - there are rules, after all. So she will likely not notice it, or find it concerning.)
There is a blanket in the box, which he pulls out and hands over to her, before he moves and sits beside her, with his back to the bench seat. (This still gives her an escape route, should she need it. He knows he feels more comfortable with one always available.) The next thing he hands to her is a bottle of a juice drink - something with electrolytes, Bar said it would help - and he opens it for her.
"Slowly."