Entering right behind Dune, Markus took a moment to take in the atmosphere, the smell of grease, the sound of oil crackling, and the cadence of a well-run establishment. It seemed a perfect spot for a meal. Looking at the options, he already knew he would have to go with the largest selection of fries. He was glad he let her decide where they would be eating.
He turned towards Dune with a smile as she confirmed his statement; she would be as determined as he remembered. Her following statement made him chuckle and shake his head.
“Isn't that the truth... I have had to defend myself in Easthaven more than I ever did abroad,” he said with a lighthearted scoff, hopefully playing off the danger. Of course, he didn't feel the need to mention that when he was abroad, he rarely saw combat; she would already know that. Even in combat zones, he was a deployment specialist, a role that involved strategic planning and support, and those tasked to keep him alive were the ones doing the fighting.
He turned towards Dune with a smile as she confirmed his statement; she would be as determined as he remembered. Her following statement made him chuckle and shake his head.
“Isn't that the truth... I have had to defend myself in Easthaven more than I ever did abroad,” he said with a lighthearted scoff, hopefully playing off the danger. Of course, he didn't feel the need to mention that when he was abroad, he rarely saw combat; she would already know that. Even in combat zones, he was a deployment specialist, a role that involved strategic planning and support, and those tasked to keep him alive were the ones doing the fighting.