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Only posthumously, as far as I know.

[The light tone keeps it, more or less, from being morbid. Not awfully so, at least. The time spent willing herself to relax is starting to bear results, at least-- it helps that human company is much more effective than the cat's-- so her small smile matches.]

You could always lock your door, if you're worried about being the first.

[Gallows humour, a basic requirement of anyone wanting to survive a specialism outside chiropody. And the cat is something they share, in some small way. He's always grateful to see a flash of grey fur when he visits her, and know that tenuous link still exists.]

And wake up some morning cursed and trapped in my own room. Not that that would necessarily be for the worse.

[He glances across at her as they walk.]

Sorry, for offloading the Wilson thing on you. You're better at getting through to him.

That's one way to keep oneself out of trouble.

[Honestly, she's less worried than she would be at home if something were to happen to the oncologist; here, at least, there's the assurance that somewhere he's well. And the City, in some strange way, has always seemed to suit House.]

I just hope better will be enough.

Me, too.

[That's what this evening is in aid of, after all, isn't it? 'Could be better'.]

Wilson's been back before, hasn't he? I wonder why you and House skipped your turn.

I suppose we're just lucky.

[The wry tone covers the fact that she's honestly not sure whether being stuck is luck or a lack thereof; it's certainly not a question she can raise with him.]

Some things do more or less follow a pattern, here, but comings and goings do seem to be random.

What would you pick, if you had the choice?

[He raises the question lightly, as if it's no less casual a conversation than discussing the feeding habits of pet cats.]

Solid run here, or gap years to catch up back home?

Wouldn't that depend on what I was catching up on?

[Her tone is equally, forcibly light, though she's not looking at him when she answers. The pause before she speaks again is too brief to invite an answer. She doesn't need it, not really.]

I'd rather not come back, I think. I want to be done with the City, once the City's done with me.

You wouldn't get to know what you'd go back to. That's part of the point. Presumably it's going to happen eventually.

[He pockets his hands, though it's not as cold as this time of year sometimes gets. Maybe the real bite will kick in come November.]

Solid run, then.

If I had a choice in the matter. [Which, as far as she knows, she doesn't.] Though I doubt one way is actually, objectively better than the other.

Depends how far you subscribe to the theory that ignorance is bliss. Or knowledge is power. Probably a few other cliches.

[No one gets a choice in the matter, but there is one choice he could offer her that only a select few get. Gauging whether it's a good idea or not is a trickier matter - and one for later. He catches her arm, probably unnecessarily, to pull her up outside the restaurant.]

Looks busy. I hope that means its good.

I'd guess the only true one is that the grass is always greener on the other side.

[She's wanted to know and she's wanted to forget, at various points. Going home-- living through it-- would take care of her curiosity, but she's willing to bet she'd regret the loss of whatever naivety is left to her, at least in part. Ignorance isn't bliss, but it isn't hopelessness either.]

Well, there's only one way to find out.

[He holds the door, barely given time to gesture her through ahead of him before being met by an attentive maitre d'. The reservations are for Chase, and their table for two aligns them with a view of the kitchen, but a small degree of privacy from the rest of the dining room, however much that may be down to the careful angling of their seats.

Chase almost looks put out when he's beaten to holding hers out for her.]

[Leave a little for the rest of the world to do, Chase. She's starting to wonder if she's forgotten-- or maybe, never known-- a special occasion.]

Maybe I've been settling for takeout too often.

[He's got one of those coming up in May. second wedding anniversary, considering the lack of any technical divorce.]

I was working on 'could be better'. Figured that had to be something more impressive than showing up with gyros.

[She'd wonder more, but honestly she'd guess at a spring wedding, if she knows herself at all.]

I think living here has lowered my standards on what constitutes a good day.

[Which makes a reminder quite welcome, not that she'll say so. Even if she rather hopes he can tell.]

Glad to be an improvement on- [He pulls an example out of the air] -being eaten by giant sand worms.

[The waiter comes over with wine (pre-ordered) and addresses Chase in low tones. He gestures across the table.]

I think the lady might prefer to order for herself.

[The lady does, an eyebrow lifted slightly at the wine as she chooses and orders, waiting a moment to pick up the thread of conversation as he walks away.]

I'd say nearly anything is an improvement on that, but...

[Enough said, as they say. The Deities are endlessly creative.]

But that's hardly gracious dinner conversation.

Would you be offended if I said you're not the most gracious woman I know?

[Because really, Cameron, it's one of the reasons he likes you, and his expression, hopefully, makes that evident.]

I appreciate the restraint.

If nothing else, I wouldn't be surprised.

[Nor offended, for what it's worth.]

There are degrees of better, though.

That's true. How am I doing so far?

Do you really need me to tell you?

[He lives for positive reinforcement - that much will never change. So of course he does, Cameron. But it doesn't seem to be the correct response to say yes now, so he glances across the room to check if the food is on it's way.]

Maybe by the end of the evening.

Maybe.

[Too much feedback is against the rules, as surely as explaining the rules would be. But she's still wearing that ghost of a smile, leaning back in her seat with a forearm resting on the edge of the table.]

I hope it's an improvement in your evening, too.

Well, I was on the last chapter of a really great book.

[It's... not as much of a joke as he makes out. Chase has yet to figure out that the nights spent on his own with whatever the library has deigned to give him, takeout and a solitary bottle of beer might be considered less sad than the ones at random bars with random people. He is, at least, gradually working out that the latter don't make him feel less empty, or more than temporarily less alone.]

You still win, by a margin.

[Haha book joke?]

[Now, now, puns are a slippery slope into abject corniness. Evenings spent with takeout and a book are much closer to Cameron's usual-- and, truth be told, to her ideal-- though the City's peculiarities tend to drive her out to dinners alone in crowded restaurants more often than she'd like.]

I suppose I'll have to work on widening it.

[At the least, she's starting to relax a bit.]

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