( this... is definitely a new kind of person. at first, she considers that he might be the type that she's seen around the slums, flaunting their looks and strength for others to cower in front of; however, as he decides to bring himself closer to her by moving from table to table, she thinks maybe he's beyond that type entirely. she can't help but laugh at the sight--it's funny in a way that's almost relieving. he's definitely the type to make a good atmosphere, if nothing else.

by the time he ends up at the counter next to her, her mouth is parted into a soft 'oh' like she can't quite believe his antics. where did that flower come from? does she really want to take it?

with another soft laugh, she reaches forward with one hand to gently pluck the flower from him with a nod of thanks. )

This is actually my first time, so I don't...really know how to help. But!

( she wags the flower at him, offering a mischievous smile. )

Let's see if it works. Abracadabra, five, seven, three! Meat, appear, and make it juicy!

( --there's a ding, from behind the counter, and a plate appears, pushed into the window. it appears to have a nicely cooked steak, as well as mashed potatoes and asparagus; she flicks the flower towards the plate, then back towards the man. )

Go to the window and take it!