Summer assembles a burger including more of the green sauce kidnapped from the company of the fake chicken. Nomf omf.

Tim swallows a forkful of his salad, then his fear.  "Er.  Would you like to.  Do some guiding?  While we eat?  Trial it out?"  Why do I just constantly uptalk, I haaaaaaate this.

"Yeah, where d'you want me to sit to start out?"

"Er.  One sec."  Set down his salad, then rolllllll up his pants.  Sit on one of the giant groundpillows, then extend his legs towards Summer.  "However you like?  From here?"

Summer's got on harem pants with the elastic at the ankles and they have no problem rolling halfway up her thighs. Sit!

She runs quite warm, almost feverish - maybe that's where her blood sugar goes - and does not have a lot of surface area, but she arranges herself to take best advantage and then resumes burger annihilation.

Tim is no stranger to burger annihilation, himself.  He finds himself quite impressed.  "Your backlash really must be no joke."  He does his best to match her pace of consumption.  After a few moments, he absentmindedly squirms closer towards her, seeking out guiding by instinct.

"I kind of love it? Bad power, lovable backlash. Being hungry is only bad if you don't have food and I do not live in the Third World at all." Lean. She's very light.

"Yeah, I guess it's not like calories are hard, especially if you're a professional snuggler."  Halfway through a squirm, he notices what he's doing and stills his movement.  "Er.  I forgot to ask, d'you want something to drink?  We've got green, blue, and yellow Esperade, coke, root beer, lemon-lime and orange soda.  And water.  And coffee."

"I loooove root beer."

"I'll be back in a second, then."  Reluctantly untangle the legs.  Tim comes back with a bottle of yellow Esperade, an unopened bottle of root beer and two disposable cups.  "Ice is in this one, you can put in however much you want."  Heh.  I might be whipped.  Figures the whippedness is transferable to other partners.  Is that even a word?

Tim pours his guest a drink and then sits back down.  His legs are near hers, but not quite touching.

She re-entangles and opens a bottle and scoops ice in. "Marvelous."

"The finest root beer you'll find within fifty feet!"  Tim sips at his Esperade and resumes Salad Demolition.  Mmm, guiding.  Optimization squirms occur.  "So, what do you like to do aside from party and cuddle strangers during business hours?"

"I like music and rock climbing!"

"Hey, I do a lot of climbing, too!  Indoor or outdoor?"

"I'm used to indoor but I do keep meaning to try bouldering outdoors."

"It's a ton of fun!  I've been doing it for years now, it's great!  Especially getting to see how the same cliff face changes with the seasons, you know?  And getting to the top is just - marvelous.  Here, I've got a few pictures..."  Tim will scroll through his phone and show Summer some of his favorite climbs, and the views from them.  There are quite a few.

"Oh, that one looks fun, do you route up thiiiis way -" Point.

"Yeah!  See, there's a little bit of ledge here, if you just scoot around, then reach up you can make your way to this foothold..."

Tim is perfectly thrilled by being able to talk shop with a new friend business partner.  While snuggling.

She has pictures from the rock climbing gym she's accustomed to in Atlanta, too!

It's ironically a little harder for him to visualize the intended paths on indoor gyms.  There's no reason you can't follow something other than the color-coded path, other than social constructs.  But he does see the appeal of being able to go to the same place you go every day and take a different route every week.

"Yeah, it's convenient. I will kinda miss Atlanta but if I wind up moving here I bet I can find all the important stuff."

“Yeah, Montpelier is a nice place.  Definitely not as big as Atlanta, though.” Show interest in other people. “What’s your favorite part of living in Atlanta?”

"It's close to family but that's kind of a mixed bag, honestly, and being away from them will also be mixed, just the other way," she gestures symmetrically to supplement this assertion. "The music scene is good, if I go to places that have random local bands gigging there sometimes I get to be so hipster about them."

Thoughtful hum.  "Maman is great, but it is nice to be further away from her than shouting distance.  I'm not really sure about the music scene, I just moved here myself.  But we have more hipsters per capita in Montpelier than in any other city in New England."

"Fun. I love it when I wind up in some dive, testing whether the fries are really bottomless, and the band takes some getting used to but by their ninth song I'm really vibing, you know?"