— want. Today's on me, Rose, A..

What is it? *Hearing Rose, A.'s voice trail off, he leans up and peers at her over his menu when he picks it up.*

Thank you. *He nods at the waiter, gently nudging Rose, A.'s leg beneath the table with his foot, keeping a straight face.*

Nothing. *He cracks an innocent little smile, nudging at Rose, A.'s leg once more as he reaches for his drink.*

Stop what? *Playing dumb, he nudges Rose, A.'s foot a few more times, smirking and glancing down at his menu.*

I wouldn't exactly call it kicking. *He lets out a quiet laugh at Rose, A., briefly glancing up from his menu.*

I would use a better word like nudging. *He nudges Rose, A.'s foot once more, glancing up at the waitress to order his food when -

- she comes back.* [Rose, A.]

Ow, fuck-! *He yelps loudly when Rose, A. kicks him beneath the table, leaning down to run over the spot her foot made contact —

— with.* [Rose, A.]

*Rhys reaches down to rub at the spot that Rose, A. kicked, muttering in a quiet tone.* Least you didn't go higher up. —

— Turning toward the waiter, he points on the menu to what he wants to order, looking to Rose, A..*

Watch /what/? Here I am being all nice and you're being mean to me. *Rhys explains in a playful tone, taking a sip of — [Rose, A.]

— his cold water.* [Rose, A.]

You're so bossy. I didn't realize you were the leader here. *Rhys crinkles up his nose, though he quickly obliges to Rose, A.'s —

— orders, sipping at his water.* [Rose, A.]

/No one/ would ever believe such a thing. *Picking up a napkin from the table, he wads it up and childishly tosses it at Rose, A..*

Yeah, okay. *He laughs out loud at Rose, A.'s words, flashing her a grin as he catches the napkin in his hand.*

*He flashes another bright grin in Rose, A.'s direction as the waiter returns, setting their plates down in front of them and —

— politely asks if they need anything else.* [Rose, A.]