"Hmm, I see so that is how they did it. Wait…no it can't be but yes, yes it makes perfect sense now. I can't believe I never thought of that, very clever indeed~"
Across the table from the muttering woman Stanley ate his slice of cheese cake whilst watching. This had been going on for a couple of minutes now, from the moment Ezraphel got the damn cake she had been set to analyzing the thing for a recipe when Stanley made the daring comment.
"How can you call yourself a proper chef if you have to use magic to find out the ingredients? I've seen chefs determine that by taste and even scent."
Technically he wasn't lying, he did see something like that…in an anime about cooking. Not that Ezraphel cared much about the 'how' of his explanation, she took it as a challenge and has been trying to figure out the entire cake making process through sight, sound, scent and taste. It was actually kind of impressive the way how she goes about it and it makes for one very nice piece of entertaining visual. It even comes with play-by-play commentary courtesy of Ezraphel talking to herself.
By the end of it they had both finished their desserts with Ezraphel determining the ingredients and method of creating the flourless chocolate cake.
Then Stanley had to ruin her victory by asking "did you remember to actually enjoy the cake while you were Sherlock Holming?"
Pause.
Ezraphel blinked at Stanley then looked at her empty plate and soon her lips started to quiver to which Stanley said "I'll take that as a no."
"…" Ezraphel looked at him meaningfully.
"What?"
She glanced at her plate and he scowled "oh no, I'm not ordering another one just because you were trying to be an anime chef."
The Lilim pouted and looked as if she was close to tears.
Stanley scoffed "I will not be swayed by your tears Ez. You brought this on yourself."
"Stanley~" she whined.
"Sorry Ez, but it's getting late and I'm sure we aren't allowed to take up table space."
"You just don't want to pay for another slice" she deduced correctly.
"How about I stop by an ice-cream shop?"
She looked away petulantly "cheapskate."
"Really? You're acting a child Ez."
She puffed her cheeks and folded her arms "hmph."
He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered "this is the woman you chose to spend the rest of your life with Stan."
Christina came back to take their plates "check please and uh," he glanced at Ezraphel before sighing "any chance I could order another slice of that chocolate cake to go?"
Whilst Christina went for the bill and the cake Ezraphel reached over the table and gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek, never mind that the action was a complete breach in dining etiquette, that people can see them and some guys were checking out her ass irrespective of the fact that their dates were sitting right in front of them.
When she pulled back Stanley had a red imprint on his cheek though he didn't even seem fazed "was that necessary?"
"Yes."
And wouldn't you know it that's the time Christina chose to come back with the bill tucked in a little folder. This part Stanley learned to do instantly and once he was given the folder with the bill, he slipped his credit card inside and handed it back to her.
'Yeesh, feels like I'm doing some kind of ritual just for payment.'
Seriously they come with the bill in a folder, you put the credit card in the convenient card slot of the folder (because paying in cash is apparently frowned upon for some reason), return it to server in such a way that the card is visible to them, they go back to swipe the card, they come back again with the receipt, you sign a slip and thank them for the service and to show appreciation you tip the server in cash…
That is exactly what happened with the only exception being that Christina came with their extra cake. After signing the receipt and tipping Christina fifty bucks, something he felt real krabby about he decided to call it a night. Partially because if he spent anymore money he may just spontaneously combust at any given moment and also because he felt that there was nothing more to do here.
As far as excitement went there wasn't much to be had but Stanley wouldn't say he had a bad time. The great food, exotic ambience, excellent service and Ezraphel's dress made the trip worth the price as odd as that may seem. He could stick around more, there was apparently a dungeon they made into a bar and a Play they could see but none of those appealed to him. Still this date wasn't just about him.
"Hey, Ez"
"Yes?"
"They have a Dungeon Bar we could check out and a play if you want to see it."
The Lilim looked shocked, not at the options she knew about those already but the fact that he was giving the option to do those things was, sweet.
"Well, I could always go for a drink" she said in a pondering manner "what say you Stanley?"
"I have an aversion to alcohol."
Fucking College…
"But if you want to-"
"If you won't partake with me then I have no interest" she interrupted "you may not know due to your 'aversion' Stanley but spirits are best enjoyed with loved ones."
That…was actually plausible.
"The same goes for the Play" she added "how would I enjoy it if you are clearly not interested?"
"O…kay I guess that makes sense. Let's go then."
"Yes, let us go" she paused, her lips curled into a lewd and mischievous smile "watch Netflix and chill."
He was definitely not the only guy whose head snapped in her direction when she said that.
Unlike them he wasn't fazed by her lewd invitation, rather he held out his elbow "yes Mrs. Berkowitz."
The way how she clung to his arm with a blush was worth a few chuckles and there was no doubt in his mind that if her tail was visible it would be wagging or at least curled around his leg. With a declaration like that Stanley and Ezraphel exited the restaurant, had the car retrieved and drove out the gates with modest haste.