>”Okay, I think we’re in the food court now”
>”You *think* we’re in the food court?”
>I take a look around at the various multicolor flashes signs, each advertising an array of fried, fast, and greasy food
>Several families, couples, and groups wade throughout the cafeteria sprawl and scavenge for spare seats
>Better grab one while I can
>Bianca clings tight to my arm as I gently tug her into the crowd
>”Yeah, we’re in the food court. If the smell didn’t give it away, the crowds sure do”
>I’ve always been amazed at her keen hearing and smell, but this setting wasn’t even slightly subtle to any sense
>”Well Bianca, smell anything that catches your nose?”
>She gives the air another sample
>”Only that deodorant has apparently gone out of style”
>”That’s just your upper lip”
>My teasing is rewarded with an elbow to the rips as I guide her into her seat
>”Still not sure why you were set on coming here, Niko”
>”You said you have never been to the mall”
>”Yeah, it’s not exactly easy to navigate. The layout is inconsistent, and it’s noisy and crowded”
>”I thought it would be nice, you agreed to come along, didn’t you?”
>”Yeah, but that’s just because I wanted to spend some time with y-”
>Her tail thumps hard against the worn leather seating as she tries to downplay a blush
>”You were saying?”
>”I was *saying* that I was just entertaining another one of your dumb ideas”
>She idly plays with her hands as I blatantly stare at her
>One of the upsides of having a visually impaired gee eff is being able to just stupidly admire them without them noticing