Reincarnated With A Summoning System

With Dimnys' advice in mind, Cain proposes a day off tomorrow. They haven't been keeping to much of a schedule anyhow. Not with all the commotion of creating a new Guild, and buying a house and whatnot.

Misha suggests her and Cain should go see the sights and visit the park. Mythryll and Elmira get easily convinced by Char to visit the wide variety of bakeries and sweets shops in the city, while Dimnys who suggested the whole day off, plans to spend it entirely in the forge, making new items and attempting to reforge their drops from today.

According to the Dwarf, that is what fun looks like, but they promise to bring her back some Ale she highly recommends and some sweets.

Cain struggles through his lifetime of memories for ideas and realizes he's never organized a proper date before. But as they head down towards the park, picnic basket on hand, courtesy of Tanya, a sign catches his eye. A local theater group is putting on a show "Queen Anne" There's no indication what it's about, but seeing a show seems like a good date idea.

He sends the boy to bring a ticket seller to the park they intend to have lunch in, asking for a private booth if they can get one at the last moment like this. For the silver coin Cain tipped him the boy is more than happy to fetch anyone they want.

"For this much money, I'd drag the producer herself to the park." the boy says running off to arrange them seats for the show.

Once they reach the park, they find a secluded corner, where the curving hedgerow makes a natural picnic area. Sheltered from the wind, but still mostly in the noontime sun. Tanya has packed them an assortment of sandwiches, cheese, fruits, chocolates and mulled wine, making for a much more luxurious luncheon than they were expecting.

The producer herself is who ends up coming with their tickets, a bit winded from the run, as the theater is on the East side, while the park Dimnys recommended is near the south gates. The distance is a blessing though, they've finished eating and are relaxing under a tree when the producer and publicity boy make it to the park.

"We thank you good sir and madam for your interest in our show. Though it's opening night, we do have a private balcony available." The producer says bowing. Money changes hands and the producer promises to have refreshments ready in their balcony room before the show.

Misha is excited to see a show, she always wanted to go see a theater show, but didn't live near one and had neither money nor time to travel just for the sake of seeing a play in her past life.

The show is described as a racy tale of the Elven Queen who conquered the entire woods and over the course of her long life took a hundred husbands. Both transfers chuckle at this description, wondering what they've signed up for, but Misha is undeterred. The description only makes the romance novel fan even more excited to see this show.

Meanwhile, Char, Mythryll and Elmira are on a sugar fuelled taste test of the city's culinary delights.

"I tell you, crepes are the best dessert." Char insists.

"Don't be ridiculous, crepes are good, but better than caramel toffee? I think not." Mythryll counters, a piece still in her mouth.

"Have you tried the pecan brittle? This stuff is amazing." Elmira giggles holding a small piece up and brushing crumbs off Mythryll's shoulder.

The trio has attracted a bit of a following, single men drawn to the lovely and elegant Elf and the Muscular Spirit Folk Shaman alike. And they're dressed to impress, in nearly matching green dresses, though Char's has chain mail on the short sleeves and a chain belt with dangling leather straps adorned with beads. She also chose fur trimmed boots instead of the soft flats Mythryll did.

"I tell you, that is the perfect woman. I'm going to say hello." One young adventurer tells his friends.

"Better hope you're as slick as you claim or she'll crush you dude, look at the Guild Title, they can clear the Naga Raid in under 3 hours." His friend cautions.

"Those legs though. I don't care if she crushes me between them, I'll die happy." The smitten man sighs.

Char, with her superior hearing, catches most of the conversation and nudges Mythryll. "Want to have fun with some overgrown children?"

The Elf giggles and follows her lead, adding a bit of extra sway in her step. The looks she gets are amusing, and there's plenty of guards around to keep anyone from doing something stupid.

As they pass in front of the pair seated on a tavern patio, Char removes a walnut from the assortment of snacks and candy now filling her inventory and cracks it open in her hand, winking at the bar patrons.

"Would you like some freshly crushed nuts?" she asks the legs admirers sweetly, popping the walnut in her mouth. The patrons burst into laughter and slap the youngsters on the back cheerfully in consolation for their loss.

"Swing and a miss boys. Mindy, grab another round for our brave young friends here." One older Dwarf laughs as the three walk into a candy shop a few doors down.

Mid afternoon they've found every pastry, confectionary and assorted sweet they're likely to find, so they retire back to the Guild House for the evening.

The show is just starting, and Misha has gotten comfortable next to Cain on the couch in their balcony. He wraps an arm around her, his heart pounding in excitement, he's actually planned a successful date!

It's a historical play, but every bit as racy as the producer mentioned. In fact, the combination of the play itself and Misha fidgeting beside him is making it hard to focus on anything at all.

"That would be the life." Misha giggles at a scene where Queen Anne of the Elves defeats a challenging army then drags their Prince off to consummate their alliance marriage in the castle pool.

"I can't tell if you mean the conquering or the fawning Prince." Cain teases, stroking her thigh.

"The pool scene is the good part. Out in the open, where anyone could see you if they walked by at just the right time." Misha whispers, nipping at Cain's ear.

"We will have to come to the theater more often.." Is Cain's last coherent thought for a long while.