For Davin - Francesco's

[jamesthorn]

Unfortunately, in Davin's case, there have been some roadblocks, but on James' insistence and unwillingness to let those two assholes get away with claiming self-defense and illegal use of magic against them, the judge finally heard out the real evidence and he should have a warrant by the end of the afternoon. It's not that people didn't believe Davin, but there is an anti-magic bias throughout parts of Siren Cove's judicial sytem. Luckily, James has resources being a Thornton, and he made a few phone calls to push through the case. 

He called Davin earlier that morning, asking to meet at Francesco's, so he could give him the good news. There's a table waiting for James when he makes it to the restaurant because there's always a table waiting for the Thorntons, especially in such an upscale place. He takes a seat and waits for Davin to arrive.

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[davin]

"I don't judge people for havin' staff. I judge people for braggin' about havin' staff." He gives James a flirty wink and takes another bite of his pasta, turning the fork over in his mouth and sucking the tines clean before pulling it away. "Ya saw my kitchen. It's a very tiny travesty. Maybe if I had a big kitchen like yours, I'd try t'cook more. Can't be that hard, right?"

[jamesthorn]

"It isn't hard," James agrees picking back up his fork to have a bite of pasta. He looks at Davin offering a smile. "I'm not saying I can't cook. I just work a lot," he says. He works all the time actually, but he can cook very well given the opportunity. That's why his house has as nice of a kitchen as it does. He had fancied the time and energy to use it when he built the place. Things just hadn't worked out that way.

[davin]

"Well then, you'll have t'take a night off an' show me what ya can do," Davin says with a smile, and then he realizes how it sounded. His eyes widen slightly and he takes a long drink of his water. "Wow, this pasta's great, huh?"

[jamesthorn]

James just smiles, not reading much into the suggestion, because it would be nice to have a reason to need a night off from the station. His busy schedule is partly his own doing, but there's not exactly anyone hounding him home either. It's a vicious cycle.

"That'd be nice," he says, agreeing.

[davin]

Davin's heart soars for a moment, beating wildly in his chest, before he realizes that he's being stupid. It doesn't mean anything. He swallows hard and nods, smiling a little as he gathers some more pasta on his fork. "Yeah, it would be."