Owner	Pose
Hank Hall	It has been a long few weeks. Hank had been on an undercover assignment again, except this time he did not run into any super heroic enemies. Or enemies of his cover, at least. He had managed to slip in while Dawn was out, took a shower, and crashed for a bit, and then escaped the Tower before she returned. Leaving behind only a mysterious note, an address. And a warning. "Dress to mess."
Dawn Granger	While Dawn was sad she missed his return, finding the note caused her to grin. "Dress to mess," she murmurs, shaking her head. "Not my favorite life motto but one I'll abide by this time." So with the instructions read one more time, she hurries off to change. Given she didn't know *exactly* what the mess would be, she's changed into some clothes she'd worn the last time she'd helped someone with painting. While she's dressed for mess as instructed, she's unsure of exactly how much mess might end up shoveled in her direction. Unintentionally, of course. The driver offers her a warm smile as she steps out at the address given to her. After thanking her driver, she begins to look a little more earnestly for Hank.
Hank Hall	Hank is waiting within the restaurant, and rises up as she arrives. He, himself, is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Clearly, the message was just to not dress up in anything too sad to stain. Hank beams a smile as Dawn arrives, walking over to give her a hug and a kiss in greeting. "I thought I'd take you out to a nice dinner," he offers, with a grin. "But I didn't want you to dress up and get your fingers dirty..."
Dawn Granger	Dawn seems glad that they aren't painting anything and are instead having dinner and she smiles warmly at him. "I appreciate the thought, I'd hate to ruin my nice clothes," she agrees, kissing him in greeting. "You already have bonus points in your direction. Not that you need them, of course, but I figure that you like the challenge." She hasn't actually *made* a challenge, but the emphasis is still there.
Hank Hall	An eyebrow arches, but Hank simply laughs as he reaches out to take Dawn's hand. He leads her in towards a table. "So, no utensils. We sit on the floor, on cushions. And it's a table meal, so we'll probably be matched up with some others." He grins at her. "Hopefully they are nice." He nods towards a table that is, for the moment, empty. "They'll just bring out food, and we eat it. That simple."
Dawn Granger	Dawn is led back towards the table and it's her turn to raise her eyebrows. "That's a pretty novel concept. It does seem like a good way to both meet people and get to try a lot of different kinds of food. Good choice. I'll even forgive you for the fact that we have to eat with our hands." She doesn't sound mad, instead just warm and cheerful, clearly excited about the idea despite knowing that they'd both be getting their hands dirty.
Hank Hall	"Oh, it's not novel." Hank waves at the walls, showing vast tapestries. "It's been around longer than utensils." He folds his legs underneath himself as he lowers down, waiting for Dawn to take a seat on the cushion next to him. "I know, the order side of you is screaming right now. Just wait until you have to pull the pie apart with your fingers to get at the chicken."