This close to the dinner hour, there was a short line, a small family taking up the majority of space in front of them. Fortunately, they'd come prepared with their order and as she took up the space behind them, Dune made a silly face for the baby who was staring at them over her father's shoulder.
As she did, she laughed at Markus' report, before looking at him, a little wide eyed, but amused. “Wow, really?” she pressed, a little surprised and curious if he was telling the truth. It was true that she remembered Markus as a non-combatant. While deployed, she hadn't precisely been in the thick of it either, but she might've been closer than him. “What have you been getting up to?”
They might need to speak in euphemisms to get through the conversation till they dispersed into the restaurant, but the family ahead seemed absorbed in its own happy chatter.
As she did, she laughed at Markus' report, before looking at him, a little wide eyed, but amused. “Wow, really?” she pressed, a little surprised and curious if he was telling the truth. It was true that she remembered Markus as a non-combatant. While deployed, she hadn't precisely been in the thick of it either, but she might've been closer than him. “What have you been getting up to?”
They might need to speak in euphemisms to get through the conversation till they dispersed into the restaurant, but the family ahead seemed absorbed in its own happy chatter.