the slow ass elevator at medina studios, san myshuno, 10:58am
carson: (looks at tabs) nice dress. another gift from grandpa?
tabs: (rolls eyes) one of the many.he nailed it with this one (carson smiles) you still haven’t told me where we’re going. i don’t like surprises.
carson: i know, but you’ll like this one. i promise.
tabs: (eyes narrow) judging by how you’re dressed, we’re going somewhere fancy but still casual enough for you to wear jeans…probably a restaurant on a rooftop.
she taps her chin as she runs down the list of possible destinations in her mind…
tabs: it can’t be the perks of being a cauliflower; they don’t take regular folk even rich regular folk. simon couldn’t get a reservation there. you hate “fancy” vegetarian food, because of a) the lack of seasoning b) price (mockingly) “i’m not paying that for broccoli”. so it’s not turnip the beat. you’re too under-dressed for stargazer. and vertigo lounge doesn’t do brunch. you don’t have your car, so it’s going to be within walking distance or at least off the SMRT (san myshuno rapid transit). the only option i can think of is… (she smiles) la brie en rose
carson:(smirks) well done, veronica mars…
tabs: (elbows him) you’re very predictable. did you reserve a table? it gets busy there on weekends. (pauses) and we are entering peak brunch hours…
carson: we don’t need a reservation…trust me.
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