[ He's lamenting a very empty platter right at the end of the buffet when he hears a voice. Raising a brow and looking up and around, Dante spots a young woman leaning against a table. Not a bad sight but definitely not the kind of well, tart, he's looking for right now. ]
Of course they do. They're the best things here.
[ He turns to face her with a half smile. ]
But it's good to know I'm not the only one here with excellent taste.
[ Then--ah! Nevermind, she is exactly the kind of tart he's looking for. Dante rubs his hands together as he saunters over to make a new friend and help himself to her breakfast. Or is this dinner?
No, breakfast is whenever you wake up. It's definitely breakfast. ]
Now that's what I'm talking about.
[ He picks one up and plops it into his mouth, swinging his leg over the bench to squat down on it in one motion. ]
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Of course they do. They're the best things here.
[ He turns to face her with a half smile. ]
But it's good to know I'm not the only one here with excellent taste.
[ Then--ah! Nevermind, she is exactly the kind of tart he's looking for. Dante rubs his hands together as he saunters over to make a new friend and help himself to her breakfast. Or is this dinner?
No, breakfast is whenever you wake up. It's definitely breakfast. ]
Now that's what I'm talking about.
[ He picks one up and plops it into his mouth, swinging his leg over the bench to squat down on it in one motion. ]
This? This I can get used to.