[That's-- okay. Idia's white-knuckling the napkin in his hand but with that glance, he's setting it down against the table. Patting the corner as it flops out of place so it lays flat. He can avoid whatever that implication was for now just to make this dinner tolerable.]

Love, huh...

[Kind of a dramatic word, right? Azul said he'd only been here for, what, half a year? Love is already a frankly delusional concept, but that kind of turnaround is speedy. Some people are just like that, though, thinking they know better than the chemicals running rampant in their brain making them do stupid shit like-- Well. Like whatever this is, he guesses.

Idia sighs, taking another sip of his water just to give his hands something else to do. When he sets it back down, he's just cradling it in his hands against the table, thumbing against the condensation.]

Geez... you know I don't hate you, right? You're fine, you got me out of a pinch, it's whatever... Like, everyone seems to think I've got some problem. People I don't know think a lot about me for some reason, which is weird because it has nothing to do with anything that actually matters about me. It's not like anyone's flaming me for being able to out-hack them or make them ragequit in Realm of Peacecraft. Like, I don't even-- uh-- [Realizing himself, Idia presses his lips together. Glances away.] Sorry for the infodump. Don't care didn't ask, I get it.

[They don't even have complimentary bread yet and he's already shoving his foot in his mouth.]

I, uh, I read that people like the Cherries Jubilee.