[he had better think of how to start quickly, though. his chair shifts with stomach-lurchng speed as the new dating sequence starts, and it ends up at a table across from... across from...

well, his potential date is tall, dark, and handsome. but possibly not in the way that he was expecting or hoping for.

Geir starts the conversation the way he's started every one of these speed dates, his fine social sense flawlessly bridging the gap between human and dragon:]

Did you want that food?

[nailed it.]