"Excuse me?" Jemma frowned.
"Nothing, it's nothing," Liron waved a dismissive hand. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Why don't we order something to eat?"
They gave an order to the barmaid who made some effort to flirt with Liron, which didn't yield the results she'd hoped. Disappointed, the maid trudged to the kitchen to put in their order, and they were left more or less alone.
"You still haven't given me an answer," Liron commented as they waited.
"About what?" Jemma let out a yawn.
"Am I really that unappealing?" Liron chuckled, though she could tell he seemed hurt. "I had extended an invitation to spend the evening together in your bed-quarters, in case you forgot."
"Oh," Jemma yawned again. "I did not think you were serious about that, so it slipped my mind."
"Ouch," Liron's ears drooped.
