 Hey!" Lament jumped at his desk, turning and looking up at the woman, long, lightly curling brown hair, constant smirk, murthy eyes. Hey, his Sophie, he said, grinning as he stood. The smile came to his face easy. It always seemed to around her. Hey, listen, I got you something. Oh, gifts on a first date? It's just lunch, he defended. It was a date. Regardless, sir, most unbecoming. Still that smirk. God, he loved that smirk. Well, I couldn't pay for the meal since we're on base, so. He pulled out a clear glass vial, passing it to her carefully. Someone told me, you like tenaphores. She looked down at it, then up at him, her face registering a mix of shock and joy. Best date ever. It was a date.