ohhhhh lover boy!

Tate was warm. All over warm. Fuck, was this what it was like to have friends who uh... were from other places? Shit, they're friends right? No, fuck. Hold on. Putting a label on things was the whole thing he'd been trying to not do. The whole thing that he'd been staying away from. Not crushing on a girl. For real crushing on a nice girl who lived in a castle and was the daughter of... yeah that whole thing. And what of her father, too? Well, at least he'd remembered to act right. Or he was pretty sure he had, though the memory was a bit hazy from the concussion. Pretend it doesn't make you smile a little in hindsight.

A deal-- a date. Something like that. A little smile to himself as he rips into more of the food. It's been a damn minute since he's had a meal this diverse, this new. All sorts of new flavors, new textures, things that he didn't encounter or things he didn't know how to make. That, combined with Tojo-kai's policy regarding trade (nothing in, nothing out), left options a little stale sometimes. Bramble's dramatic pause catches him mid-chew-- at least he's remembered to keep his mouth closed. He looks up, amber eyes resting gently on hers. Curious, tense. At her question, he gives a few thoughtful chews, mulling things over.

"Somethin' y'don't know..." a little hmm coloring his voice. Leaning in, as if to be confidential. Telling a secret. "Yer goals'n mine aren't so different." The words are quiet too. It's something he's... never really said out loud before, actually. It's not just something Bramble doesn't know... he's not sure anyone does. As weird as it felt to say out loud, he doesn't mind it so much either. "Different'n a councilor, just on outside stuff." Sheepish now, Tate tries to shrug it off. He's not used to being this... personal. Personal about things. No, it's okay. For some reason, it feels like information that's safe with Bramble.

"Potato"