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[burlyboy]

Of my show. [ A beat. ] I'm a pro wrestler. Haven't I mentioned that before?

[adamantlyardent]

Nnno, but...that...makes sense. [though she's not sure she wants to envision him all oily and in neon skivvies. ew. ew ew ew ew ew HURRY CHANGE THE TOPIC:] What--[clearing her throat.] What does a pro wrestler have for lunch, then? [she's envisioning ghoulishly large stacks of bloody meat and tankards of beer.]

[burlyboy]

Well, uh, this pro wrestler goes to the diner. But hey, I'm open for new experiences! As long as I get some grub in my belly, I'm happy.

[adamantlyardent]

Oh, I--no, I wasn't suggesting anything, just...making sure I knew what I was getting into.

[that sounds weird?? um.

well, anyway:] What I mean is, that...that's fine. The diner, I mean. A diner, I suppose. They're all fairly...similar...I suppose?

[burlyboy]

Variations on a theme!

[ ... ]

That theme is grease. Usually. But they got some vegetarian shit too, if you're into that. The diner it is.

[adamantlyardent]

Very well. Notify me of the time to meet and I'll...I'll get there.

[AND THEN SHE DIDN'T.]