TNDG Day 9: First Date

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[Lotus is perched at a barstool, writing down the fourth round version of the lite brite board on a notepad. Her seat is within arms reach of the long table that has rolled out with the food for the date; hors d'oeuvres, some sweet, some pretty substantial like sandwiches, the type of thing you see at a conference and can get away with eating as your food for the whole evening if you manage to fight your way through the crowd for seconds.]

The boards will probably be easier to work with if you take them down first, then put them flat over there.

[She points at a nearby pool table.]