"...Still, I'm surprised I've yet to hear an 'I told you so'.", Alisa commented with a playful, almost teasing tone, moving her fork in a circle before delivering that bit of juicy, succulent beef to her waiting tongue, humming at the wonderfully grilled flavor; thinking about how good it felt to eat a nice, hefty lunch in between rounds of work...
It appeared only the first girl the Seraph had recruited took no part in the sabotage operation her co-workers so eagerly signed up for...
Seeing her friend's glass more towards the empty side, she'd grab the bottle of the thick, fragrant red wine she'd just ordered, holding it above Ari's glass, "...Wine?", a simple enough question, the answer to which would determine whether or not Alisa poured more of that nectar for the Angel's drinking pleasure.
That said, what Alisa considered "hefty lunch", was little more than a snack for a big eater like her lovely, voluptuous friend. But then, earlier today she'd eaten what an average person would eat in a whole day, all in one sigle, mid morning snack. For that reason, Alisa eyed her and only her even in the middle of this modestly classy restaurant, with plenty of décor and other pretty boys or girls all but begging to be oggled. Guiding a mouthful of rice towards her parted lips, she gracefully raised one hand over them, as she ate, her other hand reaching for the glass of wine, stirring it, then having a sip:
"Though I must say, I've had enough of fashion for one day...", she'd finally comment, chuckling with a hint of unease at the thought of mediating yet another quarrel between models, "Perhaps the good doctor could use our help once more?"