Don't you worry // blind date #6 // there's still time

[london r.]

This whole date thing was still confusing to London, who had little to no skills in a social environment such as this. For all she knew this could be a team building exercise to chose what date some event should fall on, however what did that have to do with friendship or making babies- er romance? She supposed she would figure it out eventually, but she did hope that "eventually" got here fast, as she didn't want to make things awkward, especially not around Melantha. The other was always so cool and composed, London didn't want her to know how much of a scatterbrain the clouded leopard really was when it came to things like this. So the girl stopped outside the room for just a moment, attempting to mentally prepare herself for this, well, whatever this was.

When she entered the room, the first thing the girl noticed was that the wildcat had already arrived, which made her feel guilty for hesitating. A smile would plaster itself on the girl's features, the nervousness she'd tried to fight away just seconds before returning full force. The second thing she noticed was the assortment of food, the fantastic aroma tantalizing her senses. And then of course the games, all neatly laid out for them to play if they chose to. The girl had entered the room with no expectations, but this certainly wasn't what she had expected. So this date thing really wasn't about calendars at all, huh, how weird. Why was it called a date then, that didn't make sense. Oh, or perhaps it was related to the fruit! But somehow the girl doubted that as well, as the pasta did not seem to be made using dates, nor were any of the sauces. And the games did not appear to be date palm themed either.

"This all looks really yummy!" the albino would chime, her voice laced in it's signature British accent. She then quickly joined Mel, filling up her own plate and adding the meat sauce. She supposed if Mel liked the sauce she should give it a try too, seeing as it might possibly help them form a friendship in some sort of way, right? Bonding over sauce preferences? Was that a thing? Eating a mouthful of the noodles, the girl couldn't help but enjoy the rich flavors poured into this dish. it was like a concert in her mouth, each spice adding another alluring sound to the symphony. "It tastes yummy too! Don't you think so? Jacob's a really good cook!" she mused, doing her best to start some casual conversation.