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When; January 12th; Afternoon around 1
Rating; PG
Characters; Artemis

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Summary; During the plot, Artemis provided Rose with a weapon he invented. To repay him, she is taking him out to lunch.
Log; Around one. That was the time that Rose had set for their lunch. But naturally, Artemis took this in his own terms. Which meant he had arrived ten minutes before one. It always served him well to come early. Though, security was one thing he was not worried about today.

Oh the lecture he would get if Butler were ever to find out about this. Good thing he hadn't informed Holly of where he was going. She would have been sure to tell his bodyguard about this.

With one of Holly's books in hand and a cup of tea before him, he relaxed as he enjoyed the story. A rather complex thriller. Really, humans could learn a lot from fairies about plot. At least for this genre. Either that or it was the fact that he so rarely ever sat to read a book.

Still, Artemis kept an eye out for the woman he was to eat lunch with. It wouldn't do to be caught off-guard.

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It wasn’t as refined as he was used to? Just what sort of other fancy meals was he used to eating? She shot him a curious look with a brow raised not really responding. She could only guess. With as smart as he was for his age, and having a meal like that, it wasn’t something that she was accustomed to seeing. She was always used to seeing someone his age eating something like a hamburger or a hotdog, perhaps even a few slices of pizza. The plate that reflected in her eyes was something more suited for one of those fancy dinner parties that were thrown on her parallel world, something that an adult would eat. It was sort of surprising that the café served it at all; then again stranger things had happened. The next time she’d get the menu, she’d give it a more thorough look. Who knew what else they served?

Rose looked down at her meal and started to dig in with a fork. Simple was good, especially when you were on the go all the time, traveling all over. Foods that were fancy weren’t really her thing, no matter how much Mickey would try to convince her to try it back home. "So I’ve heard." She finally spoke, "My mate had it at a party once. It’s not really for me though." Everyone had their tastes after all. "Butler, he’s your bodyguard and cook as well? So who cooks for you now?"

He could see her surprise over his comment but didn't say anything about it. Rose's reaction was one he had grown used to over the years. Teens his age just did not eat like this. Though, just thinking about what they did consume made his stomach churn. How anyone could eat such disgusting food at such ridiculous quantities...Artemis shook his head.

In truth, this hadn't been on the menu. But, it was amazing what some people were willing to do for a paying costumer. And luckily, he had plenty of money on him.

That wasn't going to last forever though...

"No one cooks for me currently. Holly and Trouble would never do such a thing and my other roommate...I haven't gotten to know him yet. Butler's job though is to look after every aspect of me well-being. Whether it be as simple as cooking a meal or as dangerous as protecting me from a bullet, he is trained, qualified, and ready to do it."

"Oh, the take out people must love you then." She stated with a bit of a smile before taking another fork full of chips. Not that she wasn’t guilty of that herself, especially since she had arrived, knowing her limits when it came to cooking. On occasion she would make an attempt but her flat mates never even touched the food, which had really spoken a lot to Rose then. Now, however, she was slowly starting to get the hang of it, thanks to some tutoring under Eliza. So far she hadn’t gotten a single complaint but it wasn’t like she was cooking for four people. Two at most, though Christmas dinner had proved to be a challenge but she had pulled it off.

From what she was gathering now this Butler person was more and more like a full fledge guardian of sorts. "That’s quite a heavy responsibility he has." She was very curious now to meet this person, if they ever showed up in the city. "I suppose he gets paid well for it?" Or rather used to. What his friend could be doing back on his world right now, she could only guess. Perhaps he'd eventually show up here. She couldn’t even fathom the sort of salary having multiple jobs like that demanded. It was probably a hefty sum. Reaching for her glass, she took a sip of soda.

He chose to ignore the take out comment. Though it really was true. Still, it didn't bother Artemis. As long as he got decent food then he was happy to eat out. It was certainly easier than finding someone to cook for him. And cheaper in the long run.

"The Butlers have been caring for the Fowls for generations. Every Fowl has had a Butler by his or her side. Because of this, they are given very specific training to ensure that their masters will be safe and happy." He lifted his cup to his lips for a moment as if in thought. "Therefore pay does not really matter. It is their duty. However, I make sure that Butler is paid very well. After all he has done for me it is the least I can do."

And here she had been under the impression that he just happened to be very rich where he came from and could a steady guard. His revelation however managed to wipe that away in an even more interesting and impressive fashion. It reminded the blonde of royalty back home. "So, you’re like a prince in a way." She pointed out, though really he wasn’t but it was a good analogy nonetheless. "That’s really impressive."

"A prince? Of course not. Just a rich genius who also is a reformed criminal," he said casually. And why shouldn't he? Artemis wasn't ashamed to admit to his infamous records back home. They were a part of who he was. "Though, I suppose some would still say that is impressive."

"Not just anyone can claim that especially at your age." The term reformed criminal was a bit loose. Had he actually gone to jail? No wait, he probably had been sent to those detention centers for troubled youths with his parents or that Butler person having to bail him out. Oh yes, she could just see it. Because who knows what else he could’ve done aside from driving some teachers batty. "It is." She said giving the now half empty plate of chips a glance not possibly being able to eat anymore, before looking over at him. "No complaints about the food?"

Artemis nodded. "Yes. And you can add tricking an entire race out of a great sum of gold and saving my father from the Russian mafia as well." He glanced down at his plate. Well, he must have been eating more that he realized if the food was mostly gone now. "I have no complaints. It was quite good."

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