May is quite practiced at getting her chair into the back of her car and then leaning on the side of the vehicle to get to the driver's seat and then doing the whole thing in reverse to get out of her parking spot. She orders butter chicken and dal.

Kanimir orders lamb vindaloo and rice, because he mysteriously stops being a white person in the presence of curry. And a mango lassi, because those are amazingly delicious.

"So does Jaromira know where we are and rue her missed opportunity to stuff you into a tux...?"

"She knows. I don't know how much ruing is going on, but that is why she decided to convince me to make the teacakes myself."

"Aha. Much less questionable advice than the tux thing."

"I was mostly joking on the tux thing. It's possible she'd try to find excessively fancy outfits for us if we were attending some sort of event for which they would be customary, but for a curry shop it would simply be out of place."

"Oh, this offer extends to me too? If we go someplace fancy I'd probably take her up on it, I'm out of the habit of caring what I wear."

"She wouldn't try to stuff you in something more fancy than the situation called for as a joke, even facetiously, the way she might plausibly do to me, but if you don't have anything suitable I'm sure she wouldn't mind providing." Beat. "I predict blue."

"Blue is my color."

"If she found something in a blue dragonscale pattern--wyvernscale, I suppose, but there's not a lot of difference on that level--I suspect she would acquire it for you without the prompting of a specific event."

"References to secrets that nobody will get if they don't already know it are fun."

"Extremely. And lovely, too, if your midform is anything to go by."

"I haven't really found a midform I like that will go with the chair comfortably. I do the cheek scales thing just to avoid questions inside the Avalon."

"I meant that, and when you showed me your foot earlier."

"Figured. But the feet don't sit on the footrests that well, etcetera, etcetera."

"Yes...I wonder if it would be possible to make custom footrests that would work with them. Or--what is it exactly that's uncomfortable, is it the claws and not being shaped like a human foot, is the leg too long..?"

"The legs bend wrong. If I only do below the ankle the claws have no support or the heel doesn't. But I don't consider it a priority to work around," she shrugs.

"As an intellectual exercise or a practical challenge it could be interesting. But I'm not a craftsman, personally, and I'm not strongly acquainted with one such that I would be likely to bring it up, so I suppose it doesn't matter right now."

"And it'd look weird when I was back to wearing shoes."

"Aren't footrests usually removable? I was thinking interchanging the sets based on circumstances."

"Sure, they come off. What a hassle, though! I'm at the Avalon every day."

"True enough." He jots down the idea anyway, just in case it ever becomes more relevant.

"How's Daphne been adjusting?"