And there shall be music!

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Ivy had been fussing all afternoon. She couldn't help it. She was excited over her date. And expected that she and Phoenix would have fun. That is if he liked music. She did due to the fact that it wouldn't keep too much attention on her. She would admit that wearing dresses, especially ones made to hint that she has legs? Made her very shy because he might look. And if he looked that meant that well, she didn't want to continue along that line of thought.

Bad Ivy. No cookie. Instead she made sure Cedric wasn't jumping all over. Yah, he was her goof ball. And she had to admit the dog was a good distraction while she waited. She expected tonight would go well. So long as nothing too physically active happened. She had a feeling despite her feeling a whole lot better Phoenix might still worry just a little over her health.

Hmm, would it be ok for her to bring her cane to a Jazz bar? It was a nice one too. Not the typical one someone might picture. They actually served decent food too. She had lunch there once.

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She smiles at him. "Thanks. They just worry too much. ...You, think so?" She isn't so sure about having everything under controll. Sometimes it just feels like she doesn't have it that way.

She flashes him a grin. "Yeah. I thought they were pretty sweet. It's like...I dunno. It's just really good."

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"Yeah. Well, you seem to have it together better than I did at your age. Not that that's necessarily difficult, but still pretty admirable," he says. He really means this too. Flatterer.

"I agree! Boy, you picked a GREAT place tonight." He grins. "Any recommendations on food, though? I'm starved."

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She blushes and dips her head shyly. "Thanks Pjhoenix."

"Hee! Thanks. Um, the Chicken Marlasla is great. Of course. Everything they do here is pretty awesome."

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Phoenix nods. "Okay. I'll give that a shot, then." He grins. Everything's just so right now -- the music, the mood, the company... It's enough to make him forget about Nexus woes.

"So have you been feeling better? It's been a while since, um, that incident, so..." He rubs the back of his head. It has to be out of her system by now, right?

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She grins lightly. "Cool. I'll probably settle for stuffed chicken myself. Rule about Gotham? Don't eat the fish." She giggles and tilts her head cheerily.

"I have! I...can actually get around for the full day without feeling so sick or weak." She looks quite happy with that. And if Phoenix doesn't know this Ivy is doing this to make him feel better. Who knows, sometime he might have to make her feel better.

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Phoenix orders when the waiter comes, then looks at Ivy oddly. "Um, why not the fish?" he asks, confused.

He grins. "Great! Sounds like progress to me. CAn't let something like that get you down too long. You'll be back to normal in no time," he says. It's a relief to hear her say that; the idea of the effects being longterm did worry him a little.

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she orders as well. Then tries to figure out just how to put it. "Sometimes the Joker posions things. I noticed he doesn't seem to like fish much."

She chuckles lightly. "I probably all ready am. I haven't felt the need to nap directly after work for a few days."

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Phoenix gulps. "Um, noted." His mind wanders to the antivenom Dr. Crane provided. He just hopes he never has to use it.

"Well that's REALLY good news, then. Let's hope nothing like that happens again, though. I don't think I could take it," he says shaking his head.

Song change, a new take on an old hit. Not that such a thing is unusual for jazz, but this rendition is pretty darned good.

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She wants to tell him not to worry but knows he will anyways. She would.

She reaches over to touch his hand. "I'll be careful. I promise."

She tilts her head when the song starts and grins brightly. 'I like this one', she mouths so she doesn' interupt the song with her voice.

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Phoenix nods and remains quiet, listening to the music. His hand slides over Ivy's in the middle of it all. He's lost in the moment -- until food arrives, of course. Always a plus.

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She perks up. Ohh food. "...Like the music?"

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Phoenix nods. "Definitely. I like to say that I have a pretty eclectic taste in music, but I've always been a jazz fan above others, I think," he replies, grinning. "And these guys are REALLY good."

He tucks in. "How about you? Jazz your favorite as well?"

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She listens to him patchently. but is also eating just a bit when he's talking. Mosty she's pleased he seems to enjoy this alot.

"Well I like it a great deal. I don't exactly have a favorite music. It's hard to choose. I just happen to really like this band. They...It's like magic."

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He nods. "Are they the house band, then? Or do they have albums out?" He makes a mental note: if they have albums, she's totally getting one. Though he hopes they aren't too expensive, of course.

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"House band. But they do have albums of stuff they've done here," she adds. And she won't expect that. But it will be rather pleasent. She really enjoys music.

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Phoenix nods. Eeeeeeeexcellent. He knows what HE'S getting when she's not looking.

He's finished most of his plate at this point. "I have to say, this place really does do pretty good food. You really know how to pick 'em, Ivy," he says, grinning. He hopes the place HE picks next lives up to her expectations.

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Oh but she isn't looking ever technically. He just needs to be crafty.

She grins and flushes just a bit. "Thanks. I like this place alot. Thought it would be fun to share."

Oh it will. She's just pulling out all the stops for Phoenix. It's that she cares a great deal.

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"I'm glad you did. We'll have to come here again sometime," he says, grinning.

The sad thing about the average restaurant is that there's usually no room for dessert, but never mind. He reaches for the check as it comes, going for the wad of bills in his wallet. Unless, of course, someone else interjects.

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She giggles lightly. "Sure thing."

Interception done! She has it rather quickly with the right ammount of money, plus a tip. "Tell Charlie his cooking is great, as always Greg," she tells their waiter without missing a beat.

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Phoenix protests a little weakly -- "Hey..." -- but it's too late. Bill paid. He snaps his fingers. "Darn, you win this time. But next time, I'm totally getting it, you know," he says, grinning.

Oh well. It gives him the cash to sort of nonchalently pick up one of the band's albums before they leave the joint.

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She looks very ammused. "We'll see....Are we going to keep a tally?"

She tilts her head. Then grins. "Lanna make a bet?...Whoever gets the bill first next time Wwins. Hmmmm. I wonder what the wager should be though?"

She's grining so cheekily. She's got something in mind. But well she doesn't want to scare him off. He should set the terms.

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Phoenix ponders this. "I'd suggest 'buying dinner,' but that'd sort of defeat the point," he replies, grinning. "But, well, maybe I'll just surprise you yet with something."

He notes her smile. "Well that's a devious looking smile. You've got something else you want to show me tonight?" He might be flirting. Or not. It's not always easy to tell with Phoenix.

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That has her just grin like a wolf. "Well I like surprises."

A hint of color passes over her cheeks. "Oh I have something in mind." She'll guess he is. Besides the fact that right now she's fighting the urge to blush like crazy. Because she has no idea how her plans will go over.

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"Who doesn't?" He pats the pocket absently where he stuck the CD. This oughta be a nice one.

He rubs the back of his neck. "Well then, lead the way! You seem to be in charge this evening," he says. He notes the shift in color, though -- wonder what's up?

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"Superheroes?" She's grining easily now. It's easy to feel happy around him. Odd for it to be so easy to be happy but still very nice.

Nothing that she'll give away right away. Instead she offers him her hand. "...I'm thinking coffee. My place?"

What? Her heels would kill her if she did too much walking. Silly high heels aren't meant for prading around Gotham.