Yi looks left, and right. A shoulderbag slung around her shoulders, she looks expectantly around for someone. A finger hooks around the strap, pulling the bag to a more comfortable position.

Lyra strolls down from Bridge Street, all smiles and sunshine, a strange book clutched in her arms. She glances towards the fountain, wondering if anyone she knew was around- and catches sight of Yi, standing there. Her smile only gets wider and her step gets faster. "(Elder sister!)" she calls out excitedly, breaking out into a run. "(Guess what!)"

Yi blinks a couple times and turns at the Mandarin. Her finger unhooks and her hand goes up to wave at the philocub. She waits until Lyra's a bit closer before asking the question, "(What do I guess?)" The Gnawer no-moon gives the girl a short squeeze of a hug.

Upon closer examination, the strange book turns out to be a small, fat photo album, which gets hugged to Yi when Lyra returns the embrace. The cub is bubbling over with so much excitement that she's speaking far, far too fast. "(She came back and everything is okay and she brought back pictures of home and isn't it wonderful oh I've been wanting to talk to you and so you could meet her but now she's sleeping because she has a migraine and she's kin isn't it nice!)"

Yi whoas quietly, confronted with a fat photo album and no punctuation. "(Ai little sister, you are so happy,)" she says, smiling. "(I hope your Auntie doesn't mind some of us staying over there.)" A pause. "(How did you know she was kin? Was it when Renee changed?)"

Lyra nods, hugging the photo album to her chest and smiling. "(Uh-huh. She doesn't mind anything- I changed for her and she didn't even scream. She's okay with everything. Renee stays there sometimes. You can too. You should meet her soon!)"

Yi pushes away a couple of bangs from her face and echoes the smile on the halfmoon's face. "(Well I am sure I will have to come visiting sometime. But not while your auntie has a headache.)" The ragabash quirks a head to the photos. "(Maybe we should go somewhere to look at those?)" Yi gestures towards the album.

The young Gnawer blinks, then looks down at the photo album in her arms as if suddenly remembering. "(Oh, oh, I just picked this up from the photo shop,)" Lyra explains, tinging slightly in sheepishness. "(I haven't seen them yet. They're from Roundhay Park. That's where I used to live in England.)"

"(Really? I would like to see it. I've never been to England,)" Yi nods with curiosity poking towards the photographs. "(How about we head to... mm... McDonald's. And we can sit and eat something. Or Denny's. Or the pizza place. Or my place.)" Somewhere Yi's head got a tang for food.

Lyra smiles, plucking at a stray thread on her sleeve and hugging the photo album again, grinning broadly. "(Okay, we can go anywhere you'd like, she just went to sleep an hour ago. I should stay out for a little while so I don't make noise.)" She brushes back her hair, looking around briefly before smiling at Yi again. "(Chinese even? Anywhere you'd like? I can treat, I have money left over from the photo shop.)"

Yi slowly twists a quirk into her smile and nods. "(Sure. I think the Tin-Yen is not far.)" She turns, leaning her head down the way towards Regan and indicating for them to walk over together.

Lyra follows after, holding the photobook close. "(I haven't done much more on the Challenge,)" she adds ruefully, by way of conversation. "(Things...have stopped for awhile. Since Auntie came home.)"

Yi lets the philocub walk beside her rather than behind her. "(I did hear that Andrea and her crew were off helping others at the Western Eye. So I guess it would be difficult to ask her.)" She nods at this. "(Things have been interesting though, I think. Especially out in the woods and at the farmhouse. Some strange things.)"

"(Hn,)" she murmurs, rubbing at the side of her face with one hand. "(Interesting. Mmhm. Animals running loose on the Bawn, have you seen any?)"

Yi glances at the cub. "(A horse went to the farmhouse, and its skin was carved with a 666. Alicia killed it, and there was some hint of Wyrm. And afterwards, I went with Sepdet to track the animal's home, but found there was just a man's scent. And later... one of the kinfolk was attacked by another farmer man who smelled like he was around the horse before.)"

Lyra winces at the mention of the horse, but her expression turns more serious at the mention of a kin being attacked. "(Oh...oh...)" she murmurs, blinking. "(Um...oh my.)" A pause, and then because she feels like she has to explain herself, "(Tobin-rhya was talking to me about that. Before the horse...Helen-rhya, Kentin, and I ran into a cow with that number tattooed on.)" A second pause. "(It kicked me.)"

Yi in turn winces. Getting kicked by a hooved animal hurts. "(What happened to the cow?)" she asks afterwards, shrugging the strap of her bag a bit further up her shoulder.

Fingers drum against the velveteen side of the photo album. "(We chased it off. This was before the horse and that strange man. We just thought it was a silly cow.)" Lyra brings the album to her chin, resting her lips against it thoughtfully. "(Is...is this a way for Dancers to attack us?)"

Yi shrugs unkinowingly. "(I don't know. Maybe, if there was a hint of Wyrm. But that could have been anything. I have the address of the man who was killed. Maybe scouting it would help figure somw of that out.)" She continues on walking, thoughtful and quiet. "(How about you, Lyra? How are things with you?)" Sisterly concern, perhaps.

Lyra shrugs one shoulder, looking up at Yi with a small smile. "(Busy. Catching up with Auntie Mei...but, outside of that, not much. I haven't been around lately. But it's nice to have her back.)" A few moments of quiet, as they walk along the streets. "(Is Mama Kaz back yet? I haven't seen her for a long time...)"

Yi shakes her head slowly. "(I think she went to clear her mind up a little,)" Yi confesses her thoughts. "(Which isn't bad at all, except that we are missing her.)" The sliding strap is again adjusted, more out of idle movement. "(It is ok.)" The ragabash does have her own thoughts, but keeps them under wraps for a moment.

Lyra's quiet again, mulling over that information. "(I hope she comes back soon,)" she says finally, fingers going around the edges of the photo album tightly. "(I want her to meet Auntie too.)"

Yi glances sideways at Lyra, and then reaches over to bump the other girl. "(Hey, don't worry about her. Mama Kaz will be back before you know it. She'll be eating and chatting with your Auntie sometime, right when you least expect it.)"

A small smile comes onto Lyra's face again, and she nods, bumping back into Yi playfully. "(Over bagels, I should think, and green tea,)" she jokes. Her expression becomes serious again- too serious. "(How is the Fortune Cookie?)"

Yi closes an eye. "(Didn't I tell you not to call me that?)" The eye opens, but exchanges with a rueful smirk. "(Well and all. Things to be done, and such. Since Salmon's Leap decided to separate, mostly it has been doing things in the city. There is this new drug out, called UL. Bad stuff. I think Roach-pack is looking into that though. Me... I was learning a gift from Fox spirits.)"

Lyra cants her head, shifting the album in her arms, grinning at Yi's rueful face. "(A new drug? Gifts from Fox spirits? I spend a little time at home and the world spins around twice as fast,)" she jokes. "(Tell me about the Fox spirits?)"

"(Sort of a long story,)" Yi coughs with a gain of a fox-like glint to her eye. "(It was a Gift, which Fox taught me after I rescued one of the young brothers held hostage in a crazy man's backyard.)" Before explaning further though, Yi reaches out and opens up the Tin-Yen's door.

You say "(After you.)"

Tin-Yen Chop Suey(#2512RJh)
Despite the 50s era pink neon sign that hangs over the door of the restaurant there are very few Cantonese dishes; only those required for the qui-loh who know no better taste. Food here is cheap and abundant, although the decor hasn't been updated since avocado green formica and naugahyde were "in" color schemes and materials. There are only four or five tables, depending on the time of day, a few booths line each faux pine board plywood lined wall. At the front sits a cash register and an abacus, a mostly ignored tray of mints perhaps the most recent addition to the entire place. Toward the left wall is a spiral staircase which leads to the restroom facilities below. Despite all of this the place seems to do a fair business, with occasional waits.
Contents:
Quentin, John
Obvious exits:
Door

"I think," Quentin says with a shake of his head, nudging the plate a bit away from his edge of the table, "That I'm about done.. not all that hungry, really." He's sitting at a booth across from John, having a quiet conversation with his elder.

Generously, John gestures towards the cub's meal with his own chopsticks and offers, "I can, uh... finish that. If you want."

Lyra mock-bows as she steps through the door, the album in the crook of one arm. "(That sounds like something I tried to do,)" she murmurs wryly. "(Only I hope yours was more successful?)" She glances around the restaurant idly, eyes skimming right over John and Quentin without registering their faces.

Yi autoscans the small restaurant's room. Everything so familiar jumps back from her mind, though there are some minute changes to the decor. "(It was,)" she answers Lyra with a holding up of two fingers at the cashier-girl. "(Fox was kind enough to teach me a thing or two about how to smell fresh as water.)" The newmoon closes the door after. "(Pick a booth?)" If she noticed John and Quentin, she's not telling.

A slight twitch of amusement across Quentin's lips, and he nudges the plate across the table in offering. "Here you go. Eat up, boss. Feel those arteries hardening in your veins.."

John - face to the doorway - does, however, notice the Gnawers entry. "Think I'll get a doggy-bag," he murmurs, smiling slightly. "Got things to do, and all that."

"(Um...)" Lyra looks off to her left, then gestures with her free hand at one of the three empty booths there. One of the booths is near a small aquarium. "(Nice view of the fish?)"

"Alright.." Quentin pauses for a moment, and then offers a faint smile, "You'll have to come by sometime, I can cook for you and Rhi.." That said, he glances back across the restaurant and pauses at the sight of the two women-- a touch surprised, perhaps, at the coincidence of their appearance.

Yi nods in agreement with the philocub, though her eyes see John well enough. "(Guess who else likes Chinese food on a weeknight?)" she jokes at Lyra before waving obtusely at the two Walkers. "(Or we could go see what they're up to,)" she tells the other Gnawer.

John winks, and rises smoothly - he places a few notes on the table. "Treat 'em. They're Gnawers. They obviously can't afford food." He nods to Yi and Lyra with a face that bears - perhaps suprisingly - a warm smile, on his way out the door.

Lyra cants her head, then turns and blinks in surprise as John walks by. And behind him, still seated- Quentin. The halfmoon tinges pink, crossing her arms over her chest and hugging the photo album tightly. "Oh, pip said he wanted to talk to you," she murmurs to Yi, although her smile is directed at the Walker cub.

"I see that chivalry's not dead," Quentin says with a slight hint of sarcasm and a brief, crooked smirk up towards his elder before reaching over to slip the notes over towards him-- his other hand raising to wave towards the Gnawers in question, flashing over a brief grin.

Yi nods once as John passes the two of them, waiting until the Walker Elder is closer to the door before catching the murmured statement to her. Then turning back to Quentin, she adjusts the strap of her bag. "You are leaving too, or should we join you at this booth?"

John only takes a brief look over his shoulder, nodding with a quiet satisfaction before stepping out the door.

Quentin gives his head a slight shake, tipping his head in a nod to the other side of the booth as he offers, "Not going anywhere.. have a seat, unless you two need to talk about.. family business or something, in which case I'll butt out." He grins then, noting with a glance towards Lyra, "Been awhile since I've seen either of you, though."

Yi shakes her head and makes sure to notion at the waitress before offering Lyra the inner part of the booth. "I've been around, but our paths do not cross much I suppose," the Gnawer ragabash replies. "How about you, Quentin?"

The door to the restaurant opens and admits another person, this one dressed in plain grey jogging sweats and carrying a much-abused red backpack. A low-voiced conversation with the hostess, and Cerwin follows her to a corner booth. He sits with a faint sigh, but quickly begins perusing the menu.

Lyra brushes her hair back, tucking strands back behind her ear. "Well, you could say family business," she says airily, slipping into the booth and placing the photo album before her. There's something up, from the knowing little smile on her face, but the cub isn't telling just yet. She lets Quentin and Yi get a chance to chat first.

"I've been alright," Quentin allows with a slight shrug of one shoulder, explaining in amused tones, "Jogging, shooting, cooking, generally learning to do stuff and get in shape.. I've been hoping to get in touch with you, actually, haven't known where to find you." A flicker of green eyes towards Lyra, noting that smile and knowing what it means, and he squints at her in amiable suspicion.

Yi nods once again, though she doesn't conceal the glance towards Cerwin as the kin steps in. "What you be searching for me for?" she asks politely, looking back to Quentin before his eyes come back from Lyra.

As his server approaches to take his order, Cerwin's line of sight travels across the small restaurant, and he murmurs something to her, before abandoning his seat temporarily. He approaches the well-populated booth, giving the assembled Garou a smile and a small wave of greeting.

Practically humming, Lyra engrosses herself in flipping through the photo album. The first picture is of a small cafe, bustling with people. The waitress and cashier are the focus of the camera.

Mmhmm. Quentin's gaze raises back to Yi, and he tips his head a bit to one side before explaining in quiet tones not meant to travel beyond their table, "I need to get.. not necessary now, just sometime.. your version of events on what happened down at the safehouse the night it blew to hell."

Yi browlifts, surprised perhaps, by the request for information. She blinks a few times, before clearing her throat and blinking. "I can do that sometime, yes," she tells the galliard cub, while looking over at Cerwin and waving back with a small smile at the kin. She tilts her head too, inviting him over to sit in the booth if he wants. Cerwin confirms with Lyra and Quentin, before being so bold as to sit, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Glancing up at Cerwin, Lyra flashes him a bright grin. "No, you're not. Come look at my pictures," she offers. The photo album is pushed across the table, open to another picture, this time of a small duplex house with a basketball hoop in the driveway.

"Thanks." A quick, grateful smile offered over across the table to Yi, and Quentin adds, "I appreciate it.. really do." Looking up then, he blinks, "Oh, hey Cerwin.. sit, sit.. so. Lyra. Spill. What's the pictures?"

Cerwin seems pleased by this response, and he quickly fetches his backpack before joining them at the booth. He accepts the photo album, and gives the pictures a considerable amount of attention. "These are yours?" he asks, looking them over carefully.

Yi catches glimpses of the pictures while they're being passed around, though she sets to enjoying the curiosity written on the two guys' faces. "Her home in England, I believe," she answers.

Lyra nods to Cerwin, folding her hands and grinning so widely that her face threatens to split. "Auntie's pictures from Roundhay, aren't they cute?" she says nonchalantly, as if commenting on the weather. "She didn't feel well so she asked me to stop by and pick them up." Underneath the table, she nudges what she hopes is Quentin's shoe, then smiles at him happily.

Quentin's eyebrows leap upwards as he leans forwards further across the table to take a look, gaze sliding from the pictures and back to Lyra's face as a grin curves his own lips broadly, "She's back, then, and everything's cool..?"

Cerwin nods at Quentin as he looks through the photos. "She came back some time ago." He looks over at Lyra and adds, "I tried to help her find you, but with little success." There's no accusation in the statement, but rather simple fact, and the Kin goes back to shuffling through the photos. "I went to England once, but I don't remember it very well," he says absently. "I was probably not much more than six years old."

Yi smiles as she has an upside down look at one of the photos. "I could imagine it well," she murmurs. "It must have been pleasant there for a bit."

"Oh, very cool," Lyra assures Quentin, practically glowing. It's almost odd to see the philocub so happy, like any moment it will become too much for her to contain. "I was out and about the country an awful lot," she explains apologetically to Cerwin. "And when I did stop by, she was out trying to work out the shop permit- or something like that. Thank you for taking care of her." One hand reaches out, taps the photo of the cafe. "That's where my mama used to sing, sometimes."

It's that nearly radiant look on the other cub's face that brings a wider and more genuine smile to Quentin's lips than most of the other have probably ever seen. "Cool. I'm glad for you, cute stuff.." A pause, and he asks, "Does she know about.. you know, stuff?" A craning of his neck as he looks to the cafe's photo.

Cerwin pulls the photo out from the rest, so the others can see it. "What sort of music did she sing?" Although he sounds interested enough, the question can only be academic, coming from him.

"Meiran is kin," Yi nods at Quentin with a short glance to Lyra. She hadn't meant to intrude on the cub's questions and answers session. Cerwin's query though does attract her interest too. "If she sang anything the way my mother did, I hope she had another job."

Lyra's too pleased to share her good news to worry about anything short of a fire starting in the kitchen. "No, singing was the only thing Mama did. She sang love ballads, I think, but I never stayed up late enough to go see her sing. Too little." The Gnawer cub smiles at the photo wistfully, then starts flipping to another page.

Quentin casts a rather grateful look over towards Yi at her words. He was worried about that. As he shifts over to look at the pictures, his watch suddenly beeps-- and he glances down to it, grimacing at the sight of the time. "Damn it, I've got to go.."

"That's too bad," Cerwin agrees, placing the photo back in the sleeve before the page is turned. "My father's mother was a concert pianist. But, I never got to see her perform either." He glances at Quentin, and stands to let him out of the booth.

Yi looks over to the watch and then nods at Quentin. "You can come to my apartment or vice versa, and I will tell you what I can. John should have my number," she tells the galliard. The ragabash does look happy that Lyra is happy.

"Oh, going so soon pip?" Lyra asks softly, looking up from the photos with a concerned glance to the Walker cub. "It's the first I've gotten to see you in so long...where are you headed? I can walk you there."

"I'm staying with Rhiannon," Quentin explains as he pushes himself up to his feet, "Across the complex from Jeremy's place.. I'll get in touch soon." A grateful smile, and then he blinks back towards Lyra with a bit of ruefulness-- that fades at her offer. "Sure," he replies brightly, "I'm just heading home, got an appointment I need to make.."

Yi looks between the two cubs, and then slides her way out of the booth. "Go on with him. Catch up between you two," she tells Lyra. "I'll chat with Cerwin a bit."

Cerwin steps aside so both Garou can exit the booth, the essence of politeness. "I'll see you later," he tells Lyra. "At the shop."

It's a really splendid day she's having; fed pigeons for the first time since returning from New York, had a pleasant lunch with her aunt, picked up the developed photos, and run into some of her favorite people. Lyra smiles at Yi, a little worry at the corners of her eyes. "(We'll be good, promise)," she says in cheerful tones to the Asian cliath. She nods and grins at Cerwin as she slides out of the booth, picking up the photos and sliding them back into the album. "All set, Speaks," she chirps at Quentin. Nodding, Yi waves the two off back to Rhi's apartment. "(Be watchful,)" she adds as that Big Sisterly note.

A slight chuckle, and Quentin reaches over to rustle the other cub's hair lightly. "C'mon, Miracle... you can catch me up while we walk."

Once the cubs have left, Cerwin sits back down and catches the attention of a waitress. "Were you going to order anything?" he asks Yi as the young woman approaches.

Yi blinks a couple of times and then nods. "Sure," she replies. At once the waitress has her order of some quick BBQ Pork with vegetables and noodles, and a small drink too. Then she turns the order-taker over to Cerwin, who oddly enough is likely more agreeable to be around than Yi is.

For himself, Cerwin orders some kuo-teh and tea, and a side of lo mein. Once the waitress has left, he sits back, apparently tired but clinging to wakefulness. "How have you been?" he asks, making room for the tea pot and cups.

"Things have been fairly well. There's some weird things going on, but other than that I have been ok. How about you?" Yi watches the kin with a sort of concerned, but cautious gaze. "Still studying?"

The tea is delivered, and out of general courtesy the waitress brings Yi a cup as well, and her other drink is also delivered. Cerwin busies himself pouring tea for a moment, then responds. "Yes, still taking the bus to SeaTac." He pauses, and adds, "I think maybe when I go to visit my father, at Christmas, Sifu Bei means to introduce me to the Grandmaster." He frowns, apparently concerned.

Yi accepts the tea with a short bow of her head. "Thank you. And perhaps you are to be honored? Or... is it a test?"

Cerwin sighs. "It's definitely an honor, but I think a test as well. And I wonder if I'm ready for that." He looks out across the restaurant for a moment, pensive, then takes a drink of tea. "I suppose I'll have to study harder, if I don't want to make an idiot out of myself, and Sifu."

Yi sips at her tea and setting the cup down smiles at the kin. "You shouldn't worry too much about it. I'm sure you will be fine. It would be like, meeting Grandmother Rui for the first time. Sure, she first puts on a mean and old woman's mask to fool the outsider. But when she feels it is right, off comes the mask, and she is pleasant." The ragabash though, speaks of old times. "Maybe you will come back another rank higher? You -are- quite a student of the arts."

Although there's no blush, Cerwin does duck his head slightly, looking a little embarrassed. "Thank you. I don't know about the rank--my next level would be as a teacher at the school, and that's not very compatible with my staying here." He relaxes some, thinking on what Yi has said, and nods. "You are probably right. If I stay calm, and remember what I've been taught, it will be fine."

Yi tilts her head. "Are you expecting a test of skill?" she queries after, interested in the process as well as the challenge. She can't say anything though, as her own education was sped up to accomodate.

Cerwin taps his chin thoughtfully. "Yes, but my expectations aren't always accurate, with regards to Sifu. He likes to keep me guessing." The Kin smiles ruefully. "He would make a fine Ragabash. Maybe he just means it as an introduction. Or, maybe he means to see if the grandmaster is interested in teaching me." Although his toneless voice stays light, there's a suggestion of worry that the final possibility is the most accurate.

Pursing her lips and nodding, Yi brings the tea cup to her lips again just as the food arrives. A short and soft, "(Thank you.)" is spoken to the back of the busy waitress, and then again the Gnawer has attentions on the kin. "Will you go if that is the case?"

Cerwin picks up a potsticker his chopsticks, and eyes Yi thoughtfully. "I don't know," he finally admits. "I don't want to leave the school, but I have a good deal of obligations here. Particularly, to the...family." He manages to catch himself before saying anything that might sound suspicious.

Well if anyone had been really listening they would have caught ragabash already. But as the restaurant is fairly full, Yi's not too worried. She digs into her meal, and evidences just how hungry (or Gnawer-like) she can be. Few mouthfuls and quick swallows, she wipes her mouth before nodding. "It would be good to be in contact, even if you must go. Perhaps you should tell the family about it. Just as a 'just in case' case."

Cerwin nods in agreement and works through some of his low mein noodles before changing the subject slightly. "And how has your training been going?"

Yi slips a large bite of noodles down, coughing once. "Got a new trick up my sleeve," she tells Cerwin, "Thanks to Fox. And there is a strange thing going on, like I said before." She lowers her voice, though knowing to enunciated her words. "Horses and cows, showing up with numbers on them and smelling wrong." Her eyes are more telling it's possibly a not-so-natural occurence. "And Sarah, a kinfolk, was recently attacked by a man. She defended herself well, though. A little too well."

Cerwin leans forward slightly as well, using his tea cup as a distraction for anyone who might be watching. "Horses? And cows? Where? The B--the Farmhouse?"

Nodding once is her answer to that. Yi continues on, "I am going to check the man's house later. The one who owned the horse. Maybe come up with something. It is strange though."

Cerwin frowns thoughtfully. "Did the man smell wrong as well?" He just barely finishes asking when the waitress wanders by, asking after their meals, and checking to see if Yi's drink requires a refill.

Yi refuses the refill, as it's not quite as eagerly drunken up as her food was decimated. When the waitress is gone, Yi lets her fake smile fade back to a more normal, consientious feel. "I was not there when the horse appeared. Only heard it from Tobin and Alicia. They said there was some wrong smell. But the man." she shrugs. "Nothing. Just beer and bad breath."

Cerwin sips from his tea. "I wish I could think it was a coincidence," he says finally. "But that seems unlikely. I wonder if they're trying to distract you, from something more important?" His eyes suggest he's unsure what that might be, but it's at least an idea.

Yi is still in the midst of trying to figure out the puzzle. She can't really offer much. "There was another man. Not the same as the owner of the horse. I still don't know who the strange one is though." She shakes her head once. "Too many questions and not enough answers."

"Isn't most of life like that, though," Cerwin observes with grim amusement. He works through the last of the kuo-teh, still puzzling over the situation. "Perhaps someone who works with the police can see if any of the animals have been reported stolen or missing."

"That is what I thought," Yi says, "But with the owner gone, no one has said anything. No news. Which itself is too much of coincidence. I think someone is playing cover up, but I do not know who." Pointedly, she scoops a couple strips of pork in and chews.

Cerwin narrows his eyes, and bites at his lip, looking somewhat frustrated. "It does sound that way. Unfortunately, I cannot offer much in the way of help." Regret and apology now, as he pours another cup of tea.

Yi waves off Cerwin's apology. "Don't worry about it. Just keep yourself safe too. Better to be safe than to be sorry, right?" She's nearly done. Wow, somewhere it all disappeared into her. "And maybe if you are still going to be around, we can get some sparring practice in too." She winks and jabs her chopsticks at the air.

Somewhat reassured, Cerwin grins with just a touch of mischief in his expression. "Good point. I try to use the University's recreation center when I can. You should come with me some night, they'll even let us use practice swords of bamboo."

Yi smirks, like an testy student might be. "I suppose they don't want real trouble. A good thing." Her smirk turns more to a smile as she clamps the last of her plate down. "I am better with the polearms, though."

Cerwin raises an eyebrow. "Well, then you can probably teach me a thing or two, because I'm not quite as experienced with them as I should be."

Yi echoes the eyebrow raise, if but surprised that Cerwin is many years her senior in martial arts knowledge. "Well then, it's a deal." She grins at him and drinks the last of her drink. "You and I can find a time, and I'll bring the staffs, you bring the swords."

"A deal," Cerwin agrees with a curt nod. The waitress, seeing empty plates, appears with the check and the requisite two fortune cookies.

Yi looks at the fortune cookie, and sort of rolls her eyes at the implications and connections that flash through her head. But, pulling out a decent billfold, she sets it on the table. Enough to pay for them both. "Good, good. I need to go patrol some streets, so I will see you later then?" Patrolling some streets, way out there in farm country.

Cerwin makes a face as Yi is quicker at the wallet-game than he is, but the Kin accepts defeat gracefully and does take the time to read his fortune cookie before getting up. "I should leave as well. A good deal of papers to grade." He gives her a slight bow, hand over fist. "Good luck to you."

Yi bows back, but it is looser felt and with a smile. "After you," she encourages with a gesture of her hand. A crack of a cookie later, she reads the fortune while crunching on the shell and tucking the slip into her pocket. "Good night Cerwin."

Cerwin fetches his backpack, and still munching on the remnants of the cookie, heads out the door and takes his leave of Yi with a wave.