"Two scoops of the apple pie one," Luther says without missing a beat, "and a scoop of the salt lick, please. Also in a bowl."
A compromise. He's polite as ever, and also ravenous as ever. It's been a few hours now since the business dinner earlier, and as it's been ever since he was a kid, Luther's body needs a lot of fuel to power that superstrength. And the bowl, of course, to protect the very expensive suit, which he doesn't really get to wear often enough — more often than not, he's in the Academy colours and uniform, the super-suits that Grace has to meticulously launder and repair every time he comes home blood-stained and soot-covered and ripped and torn.
They sidle a little further along, down the row to pick up their orders as they're doled out to them, and then a spark of inspiration hits like a lightbulb going off, and Luther fumbles for the wallet in his back pocket. "Here. Let me get this for you. My treat," he says, as quickly as he can.
He's never gotten to pay for anything for her before.
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A compromise. He's polite as ever, and also ravenous as ever. It's been a few hours now since the business dinner earlier, and as it's been ever since he was a kid, Luther's body needs a lot of fuel to power that superstrength. And the bowl, of course, to protect the very expensive suit, which he doesn't really get to wear often enough — more often than not, he's in the Academy colours and uniform, the super-suits that Grace has to meticulously launder and repair every time he comes home blood-stained and soot-covered and ripped and torn.
They sidle a little further along, down the row to pick up their orders as they're doled out to them, and then a spark of inspiration hits like a lightbulb going off, and Luther fumbles for the wallet in his back pocket. "Here. Let me get this for you. My treat," he says, as quickly as he can.
He's never gotten to pay for anything for her before.