The Dinner

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"Ambassador, what are the human ways of trying to apologise to the
women you
love? Because on Char we used to kill a small goat and drain its blood
straight into your mouth and present yourself on a bed of thorns. But
I
don't think Mini Phil would be to pleased if I killed on of his
goats, and
the other ways would involve creatures which are forbidden on this
ship."
"Well best option I believe is to `Wine & Dine,' works for me…
Sometimes."
"You mean cooking and stuff like that and laying a table, I can't do
that.
Fancy lending me a hand Sir?"
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At that point, the electronic door slid open with a slight creak and
Aurora stepped in, her scowl from her earlier encounter still placed
firmly on her face.
"You wanted me?" she asked, arching one eyebrow and folding her arms.
Dante looked around the room, as if he was searching for an answer.
"Well, yeah. I'm sorry..." he began, reaching for her hand. Aurora
still loved Dante, she knew that, but she was still annoyed. She
slapped his hand away.
"I know." Her voice was cold and toneless, but she knew he really was
sorry.
"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he asked, stepping
closer to Aurora and expecting a slap. Instead, he felt nothing but a
cool breeze.
"Take me for dinner. In Parrotts. I'll see you there," she announced,
before walking off.
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