As she settled into a chair across the table from Chuck, it might have almost seemed like a normal night where there weren't mutant alligators outside that they had somehow, probably narrowly, missed entirely.

As normal as a day that involved Valentine being on a date could be, anyway.

She seemed to be doing well in acting like it was normal, too. She'd researched, a little, on how people usually dressed on dates, and followed the advice, and she was holding off on pointing out weak spots on the alligators that she and Dr. Brennan may have found earlier during the necropsy.

"So," she said, perhaps taking the normalcy a bit too far in seeming completely calm about the fact that there were alligators outside as she opened a menu (but that part wasn't exactly intentional), "I've never actually had Thai before, I don't think..."


[[ Valentine's with her daaaaate, of course, but the restaurant is open for all your Thai food needs. Assuming you can get past the gators. ]]