Noah hummed softly in amusement as as her cheeks went a degree rosier at his compliment. This was doing well to make him forget about how embarrassed he'd been getting out of bed an hour or so ago. If there were two things he fancied himself decent at apart from sports, they were small-talk and dates. He stretched his arms up until one of his shoulders cracked pleasantly. "All gifts have the potential to be dangerous in use if you don't learn how to control them, don't you think? But that's what we're here at Beata for. So we don't end up doin' regrettable shit with those gifts." By now, their pancakes were ready, and the waiter dropped by to place them on the table. After nodding briefly in thanks, Noah turned back to Sophia and stuffed his fork forcefully into the stack of pancakes sitting before him. "Like.. If I'm not careful with mine, I could run into somebody and send 'em flying, or something." He shoved a liberal fork-full of syrup-coated dough into his mouth.
