"Will do," she replied, eying the duck. She nibbled at it and though it was very good, her appetite had, at the very least, gone down considerably. At least there would be enough for several days. As good as she was at reading people and as extremely perceptive she was, Cissnei couldn't manage to figure out what exactly Reno was up to, besides that he was up to something, pulling some kind of cloaked scheme. One of these days, she'd get it out of him, knowing that it would probably take some time to actually be told what he was planning.

"I think I'm done," she informed as she pushed away the plate and set the chopsticks down.

Cissnei needed out, fast, if only for a few hours or even a few days. She desperately needed a distraction from this dress business. Sure, she'd get him the tie (she'd scour the map first before heading out, to not lose any time of course) but that would be the extent of it. I'll figure it out.