Sarah, as the name was spoken, Dasha did remember having seen it on the menu. She was kind of curious about what the ‘or’ was, but at the mention of being ‘concerned with’, Dasha found herself guessing it was something lewd that she hadn’t ordered. “Oh, Sarah then,” she smiled a little.

The offer, however, did have her pausing for a moment. Did she…. did she want to try something? Anything? Strings free. It was tempting. Too tempting not to at least consider it. Looking down at the menu again, she watched a particular set highlight again. Color came to Dasha’s features again. “The uh… ah…” Dasha found her hand raising and pointing out what it was on the table. She couldn’t… quite say it out loud, but the indication was obvious enough. ‘Cuddles Package’ was too… too alluring not to try with no strings attached.

That was a neat trick. Dasha’s eyes sparkled a moment at the change of outfit, and she half-heartedly wondered if she could learn it or find an item that allowed her to do it too. Changing in and out of armor could be tedious, so something like that would just be wonderful to have on hand. A thought for another time, though.

“That is nice,” Dasha answered softly.

As Sarah moved around the booth and sat down again, Dasha took a slow breath in and managed to relax some. The feeling of an arm around her and a hand in her hair was foreign to the rest of her life’s experiences, but it wasn’t bad and was even rather nice. “That…sounds nice, yes,” she answered. Her shift to lean more against Sarah was a bit awkward but thereafter? Dasha felt her pulse drop a little and her muscles relax considerably. It was funny how something as simple as a hug and cuddles could really just… help so much.

An indescribable feeling was slowly squirming and twisting up into Dasha’s stomach. On one hand, it was so comfortable, so comforting to just lean against someone, to just be pet by somebody. On the other, she almost felt a strange sense of guilt for even indulging in it. Why? She didn’t even fully know why. A slow breath drew in and out of Dasha, and blue eyes closed completely thereafter. “Mmmmm.” The continued strokes and compliments were met with a couple of ‘mmm’s and a few soft sighs. This was really nice.

In a way, it felt like Sarah could see right through her and knew exactly what to say. Yes, these were things Dasha tried to assure herself frequently enough, but again hearing them from someone else really … was something else entirely. She remained quiet for a while, just soaking up the cuddles and comfort for as long as they were available. She’d drink and eat again thereafter, but for now, such things were far from her mind.

A deep sigh would draw in and out of Dasha as the allotted time ended. She’d willingly sit up, though, and slowly roll her shoulders and neck. It was nice while it lasted. She could not deny that. “Ah well…” she murmured softly. It had been free and warm and nice and good— and completely platonic which was so so so so so so so nice?? She felt rather refreshed if she did say so herself.

The mention of other customers immediately had Dasha’s features coloring some, and despite herself, she found her gaze flickering around momentarily. There was no one there she knew actively, though, at least none that she could see (or that could see her, hopefully). This probably should have been an immediate thought at the very beginning of this … situation, but of course, Dasha hadn’t really been expecting to end up in one of these places. I have to be more careful… Her appearance in any form or fashion mattered, after all.

Slowly clasping her tea again, Dasha raised it to her lips and sipped some. “It’s…. really good,” she admitted. All of it. She distantly wondered how the food and salad would turn out on top of all of this… I… I may have to come back some time…

Color warmed Dasha’s features as Sarah spoke. “Ah, no it’s fine,” she assured softly thereafter. She didn’t plan on purchasing anything else from the menu aside from what she had already, and the food didn’t have any extra connotations or strings attached (right? Right).

The mention of the order drew Dasha back to the present again. “Oh, right, the seasonal salad and the tomato soup,” she recanted, to her surprise, rather easily. As if on some unknown cue, her stomach rumbled, reminding her of why she had come in there. For now, though, she would take another sip of tea to stave off the feeling.