1st October 2010
19:45 GMT -5
Artemis is looking around…
Suspiciously. She doesn't trust you.
Well, yes, if she was an idiot I wouldn't be interested in her to this degree.
"Planet Krypton? A superhero-themed restaurant?"
No, she
doesn't need me to confirm the evidence of her eyes. She's asking me to explain my reasoning.
"You eat at fast food restaurants enough that it wouldn't be special, but a high-class restaurant would just make you feel out of place. This is good enough to be memorable without being overwhelming."
She looks critically at a woman wearing a Black Canary costume which Black Canary hasn't worn in years. It's not even a
good copy.
"You know it's… Kinda creepy when you say stuff like that, right?"
I sigh. "I… Would you prefer it if I lied?"
"A
normal person would say 'I like the food'."
"I've never eaten here before."
She flaps her right arm. "Then why aren't we somewhere you
have been before?"
"Because..? I like the food?"
Good try, sport.
"Are you
sure you're not a robot?"
"Yes. I check daily."
She splutters with laughter. "You know, with
you I can actually believe that."
"The reviews are reasonable and… That wasn't the main consideration, like I said. How's your mother doing?"
"It… I mean, she can't walk yet. Doctor says she should be able to stand unaided in a few days, and once she starts exercising she should start walking in a week or two."
A waiter in a Flash costume with fake abdominal muscles walks over. "Do you have a reservation?"
I nod. "I put it under 'Earthworm Jim."
He checks his phone. "Ah… Yeah, you're on table seven in Wonder Woman's zone." He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I don't react, but Artemis raises her eyebrows. "Pretty brave, wearing
that costume."
"Metropolis doesn't have a 'Hooters'. Please follow me."
He leads the way across the restaurant, and I
take the time to review the food and the
hygiene status of the kitchen. I mean, the inspection results were good but the day I trust anyone's cleaning except my own-.
Is the day I can retire, because you'll be cured.
That nearly makes me stop and stare at the ring.
I am not a disease.
Not what I meant, sport.
The kitchen is
pretty good, but the food… More effort spent on presentation than on ingredients, and their suppliers have
done that
American thing of
shoving toxic crap into everything. About what I expected honestly, but I'm going to see if I can take her to somewhere in a civilised country next time.
Ah, optimism.
What, having high food safety standards? If both Britain and France agree on something then it's probably a good idea.
Just try your best.
Flash-waiter leaves us after nodding to Wonder Woman-waitress, who's about a foot shorter and appreciably flabbier than actual Wonder Woman, even wearing those heels. She hands us our menus.
"Anything to drink?"
Can Americans mess up milk? Yes, of course they can. Just-. Just order something and then change it.
Artemis is frowning at me. "Ah… Cola."
I fix my face in a polite smile. "Banana milkshake, please."
She nods and turns away. "I'll be back in a few."
Artemis waits until she gets half-way to the kitchens and then leans towards me. "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"You nearly went crazy over the
drinks menu."
"The perils of actually knowing what goes into the food you eat and drink. I mean, cola should just be sugar, water and kola nut, but there's a whole list of things that get added and most of them aren't really designed for the human body."
"Ah… You didn't say anything when I drank cola in the base?"
"Red label or blue label?"
"What's the difference?"
"The blue label is the stuff I bought in a country with better food standards, the red label is what I made myself."
"Oh. Ah, red. Tasted pretty good. Didn't realise you were such a food-. Guy."
I shake my head. "If you'd seen the things I'd seen, you'd understand."
"It's not
bad, I just-. You usually hang out in your lab, and then when we went to India to fight those snake men you told Mia to stop breaking arms because breaking their necks was more efficient."
"Yes?"
"I mean it's-. A different side of you. And…" She takes a deep breath. "How..? Serious are you?"
"Completely, about everything."
"I mean, dating me. You come across… Really… Inhuman. And creepy."
"I.. know. I'm working on it."
"'cause… When you said 'date'-."
"You thought that I was holding your mother to ransom for sexual favours." She blanches, then gives a small nod. "I wasn't. I do
want to have sex with you; you are an extremely attractive young woman. But blackmailing you into it would be such a short term.. thing, I just… Don't see the point. It doesn't get me what I want."
"Which is..?"
"A long term relationship, shared interests and time together, marriage,
two point four children-. Probably rounded up to three. Gradually rising to the apex of our open and secret professional lives before transcending mortality entirely and-."
Something about her facial expression makes me stop.
"'Inhuman'?"
"
Started good. Not a lot of guys our age bring up
marriage on the second date. Guess you…
Are serious, huh?"
"Yes."
"Okay, so-. Explain the ring-thing to me."