Chattai sat at the kitchen table, chin resting on her slender hands.

Keiji had been a little cold to her since he got back and made that "private call". She was desperately curious as to who he had called and why he was in such a foul mood, but could tell from his attitude that he probably wouldn't tell her anything right now. She knew: her and Delora had dealt with this from her father almost every day after their mother had died. It almost felt like he was holding them at arms length, not getting attached.

But that was her father. This was her husband.

The girl sighed and set her head on the table. At that moment, Keiji stalked into the kitchen.

"Sorry to disturb you," He didn't sound sorry. "But is there a chance that supper will be ready soon?"

Chattai pulled her head up, only her eyes showing.

"Supper?" She said flatly.

Keiji almost sighed, but refrained. He sat down across from the still-glaring female.

"Yes. I'm a bit peckish. Will there be any issues with that?"

Chattai groaned, and put her head back down.

"Let's order in. I don't feel like cooking."

Keiji cocked his head at the idea, then his eyes lit up and he returned to standing, this time though, his posture was much more energetic.

"How about we go to a restaurant? I would love to try some cuisine."

Chattai looked up at him like he was crazy.

"Eat out? Are you serious? I don't have that kind of money!"

Smiling in earnest know, Keiji's icy eyes sparkled.

"Believe me, young one, there are quite a few things you don't know about me yet."

An pretty eyebrow went up, and the girl stood moodily.

"If you say so, oh mysterious one."

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Chattai took a few minutes to herself to freshen up. (Weyoun was perfectly fine with the way she looked; but Chattai insisted she looked like a peasant in those clothes. Which slightly irritated him, because why would she be willing to look so much better when she went out on the town, and not bother to wear nice clothes around him?! She was HIS wife!)

Weyoun shook his head. Abstract thoughts. You are becoming too grafted into this character.

He smiled and straightened his suit, taking a moment to glance in the mirror and smooth his hair, check his tie, and make sure there was nothing stuck in his teeth. If I'm going to be in character, I may as well not appear sloppy.

Chattai came out of the bathroom, face washed, hair pinned back, and a soft blue dress.

All in all, she looked lovely. But in his manner, Weyoun simply gave her a diplomatic grin. "Why, you look ravishing, dear!" He, of course, had very little idea. His optical nerves were very weak, and he could only see the way she looked if he got up very close. Which usually made her nervous, and him awkward.

But Chattai didn't know that. Her cheeks burned.

"Thanks, Keiji. I don't feel ravishing."

"Ah, well," He hooked her arm in his and patted her hand. "You're probably just hungry. Come,"

She smiled, and relaxed, eyes set ahead.

The couple smiled and walked out of the cabin, into the waiting transport outside.