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Lorna Dane After having a pleasant enough chat with Agent McCarthy, Lorna had actually invited him back to the embassy to join her for dinner so as to allow him a chance to sample some Genoshan fare. The cuisine was really a mix of so many cultures as well as pulling off of the most plentiful resources and ingredients the island nation had to offer that some dishes may seem familiar even if they had their own particular flare. It was a rather good time for any chefs in Genosha as they were able to flex their creativity with the cuisine.

The Queen sits at a table set up for her and her guest, while a tray cart was nearby with a few covered dishes already prepared to try. There was more, and more options available should she request it, but for now she wanted to start simple: An appetizer of seared salmon over a light mix of crunchy greens and edible flowers native to Genosha. They were a bit tart, almost peppery, so that they went well with the oily fish.
Tom McCarthy Not dressed in a G-Man suit, Tom arrived early. Never know the protocol, and the security, that might need to be applied. He was dressed a bit more casually, white button-down shirt, slacks and dress shoes. No tie, no suit coat - no need to look like he was on the job. He was patient and polite, allowing for any pat-downs or security checks needed. Once through it all, he stepped into the dining area. There's a polite smile and wave to Lorna, with Tom moving closer.

"It smells delicious, your Ro... er, Lorna." He corrects, chuckling just a bit. "I'm not putting you out or anything, am I? I don't want to be delaying affairs of state." The man grins, motioning to the chair. "May I?"
Lorna Dane Lorna Dane rises from her seat slightly until he can join her properly, gesturing toward the opposite seat. A small chuckle comes as she shakes her head assuring him that it's not at all like that. "Oh, hardly. Even royalty needs to eat, as well as take a break. I'm 24/7 for emergencies, but the rest of the time I do try to keep to an actual work schedule. There's really no need for me to burn myself out."

Her own attire was fairly casual: A blouse, slacks, and heels. Casual, light, airy. Good for the Summer time that was quickly approaching.

"I hope you don't mind that I had a small dinner arranged. Just three courses, nothing too fancy, but I thought it might give you a taste of what our Nation is like."
Tom McCarthy "I can understand that sort of schedule entirely. It kind of mirrors what my life is like, though I doubt I have as many national emergencies as you might." A smile to her as he takes his seat - after she resumes hers. A napkin is placed in his lap, the man looking over the table. "And no, burn out is a real thing - it's something the world suffers from way too much." Tom agrees. "Self-care is important."

He gives her a winning smile, rubbing hands together. "This all smells wonderful - thank you for the consideration in doing this. And the invitation, of course." A wink. "I'd offer to have you out for dinner, in return, if you like?" He watches her, wondering if there are any specific manners to keep in this meeting. "Have you been to Gotham?"
Lorna Dane "I've been there. Perhaps too many times," Lorna has to agree with a rueful grin at the mention of burnout. Still here she was, and doing relatively well for the most part. Clearly she'd overcome it. "Thankfully there are distractions to get me over the day to day tedium. And, yes, unfortunately they are sometimes national security issues."

She leans back into her own chair clearly relaxing a bit while watching him prepare to eat. Her own napkin is taken up to lay over her lap with a chuckle. "You're quite welcome. It's been awhile since I've had a relaxing dinner, honestly. Usually I just grab something and run. Figuratively speaking."

Tilting her head in thought she considers a moment before giving a small shake denying it. "I can't say as I ever have. I mostly am around New York, Genosha, or occasionally other states. Like Montana." The... certain dread she states in regards to Montana might mean she didn't enjoy that at all. "I'd love to go to dinner sometime with you, Tom. Again I mean." A sidelong glance is given toward the cart of food as she considers. "Would you care for a drink as well?" She could use one.
Tom McCarthy "Well, if you ever need to get away - I specialize in extraction." Tom grins. "Former pararescue, as it were." The man muses, relaxing a bit more as things progress towards a meal, and not a fishing for information expedition. "Hopefully, those National issues start dissipate. No need for trouble on a national level, you know?"

"I'll do my best to remain charming and light, so the evening goes well." Tom teases. "And good for a sit down meal. I can assure you, eating on the run is not the best for your system. Always best to take your time and enjoy the meal."

He crosses one leg over the other at the table, smiling. "A drink would be wonderful. I've been... all over. Started in Ohio." He explains. "Training sent me all over the states, and the service sent me everywhere outside the states. "And I'll make arrangements, then, for a dinner."
Lorna Dane "Oh I have no problem at all with extractions. Unfortunately." Lorna's eyebrows lift even as she offers a grin across the table toward Tom. She plucks up her forkm an elongated fork with small tines, to take up the bit of fish. It wasn't chopsticks. Perhaps they had their own silverware? Or maybe chopsticks just wasn't something she used enough to feel comfortable with. "My close friend and bodyguard is a teleporter. Unfortunately she takes her duty very, very seriously. Even though I'm capable in ... In combat, we shall say, she does her utmost best to get me as far away as possible whether I want to or not. It's frustrating at times when I know I could be of help."

Lifting her free hand she gestures to the apparent waiter of the evening indicating their glasses. He steps forward to pour a sparkling white beverage while informing, "A pomelo wine cocktail," and stepping back again.
Tom McCarthy "I hadn't expected you would, of course. I was more offering for an opportunity to play hero." Tom teases her, with a grin. "A teleporter? That's... very handy, I suppose. Saves on airfare costs or sitting on a plane for lord knows how many hours." A chuckle as he recalls his own over-ocean flights. A nod as she explains the bodyguard's penchant for getting her out of trouble. "I can see both sides of things. No one wants to be coddled, but... a Queen does need to be protected. I sincerly doubt she's that foolish to assume you cannot handle yourself."

A glance to the drink, and a nod. "I don't think I've ever had one of those, truth be told. I didn't really get much in the way of wine when I was out and about on the town." A wry grin. "Shall we drink to something? Or toast?" He asks, looking over the table to her.