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HannahMontanaNori reached out to give Ryva a gentle and friendly punch to the bicep. “It’s all good, I think it was a long night for everyone. I’m Nori, by the way,” Nori said. “Yeah, we’d love to sit with you guys, right Kameyo? I’m probably going to die if I don’t get some food soon.” Ryva laughed as they made their way over to the booth and Nori gestured for Kameyo to climb in first, putting her across from Arty as Ryva sat next to him. "Hey Arty," Nori greeted him. "You remember Kameyo, right?"
The waitress chose that moment to come back and deliver Ryva and Arty's orders. "Can I have a water and a Belgium waffle?" Nori asked. The waitress nodded and left. "Hello sweet boy," Nori cooed, at the dog who lay patiently at Ryva's feet. She held out a hand and let the dog sniff it, before reaching out to give him a good scratch behind the ears. Moose thumped his tail, ears perked when she spoke, grinning the sort of smile only dogs and woves could pull off. Ryva smiled. A moose only in name and size, she thought fondly. She was smiling as she watched Arty get flustered. Poor lad, she thought. All these lasses and no men.
She turned to him and said softly, in Irish, "An bhfuil tú ceart go leor, Arty? Fhéachann tú beagán míchompordach." She was concerned, and would have said more, but the guy who had dumped his drink on her last night came up and started talking to Arty, ignoring everyone else. Ryva still had a grudge so she got up ans sat on the edge of the seat next to Nori, muttering, "Seo asal beag rude. Ba mhaith liom craiceann in áit féin roimh suí in aice leis an fear." She glared for a moment, anger simmering in her viens before taking an almost violent sip of her drink.
The waitress chose that moment to come back and deliver Ryva and Arty's orders. "Can I have a water and a Belgium waffle?" Nori asked. The waitress nodded and left. "Hello sweet boy," Nori cooed, at the dog who lay patiently at Ryva's feet. She held out a hand and let the dog sniff it, before reaching out to give him a good scratch behind the ears. Moose thumped his tail, ears perked when she spoke, grinning the sort of smile only dogs and woves could pull off. Ryva smiled. A moose only in name and size, she thought fondly. She was smiling as she watched Arty get flustered. Poor lad, she thought. All these lasses and no men.
She turned to him and said softly, in Irish, "An bhfuil tú ceart go leor, Arty? Fhéachann tú beagán míchompordach." She was concerned, and would have said more, but the guy who had dumped his drink on her last night came up and started talking to Arty, ignoring everyone else. Ryva still had a grudge so she got up ans sat on the edge of the seat next to Nori, muttering, "Seo asal beag rude. Ba mhaith liom craiceann in áit féin roimh suí in aice leis an fear." She glared for a moment, anger simmering in her viens before taking an almost violent sip of her drink.
