"He told us that you are thoughtful and insightful. The kind of person that values thinking about their opinions."

"That's a good introduction, I approve."

"I try."

Giggle.

Giggle. The waiter comes by to take their order. With three blues on the table, he doesn't even dignify Sahde with a glance until it's clear the gray is allowed to order her own food.

Yes, yes she is, thank you very much. "What do you recommend? I've never eaten here before."

"Me neither, but I think this pork and pumpkin roast looks good." The waiter nods. "Any recommendations?"

"The pasta and eggplant soup won an award. We also recommend the parfait for dessert," says the waiter.

"I'll have the pasta and eggplant soup, then, why not."

They make their order.

"You know, when I go to restaurants with blue clients there's usually two clusters of ways people react to me," she says when the waiter's gone. "That's one of them."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. You'd think that people would realize that being nice to everyone on the table would be the better option. Even from a purely selfish stand-point."

"Being nice to me isn't the alternative I'm talking about," she says, covering her smile with a hand.

Chuckle. "Well, that reaction is easier to understand."

"Much easier."

"I'm actually fairly famous in certain ways!"

"Oh, that makes sense. Sadly, I don't think I've ever consumed your work."

"That's a shame. Maybe I should link you to some previews of my work."

"Now, I feel silly for not having thought of that."

She grins. "Well, you have gotten way closer to the source material than most people who consume my work. My rates are pretty high, usually."

"They should be."

She giggles. "The market regulates the prices, not me."

"If the efficient market hypothesis were true you'd be richer than any blue."

"I walked right into that one didn't I."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I absolutely do not."