[ He rounds the drink bar and flips on some lights. They probably won't stay long, but there's something weird about being in a dark, empty restaurant with a near-not-stranger. Then back to the kitchen he goes. If Eames looks hard enough from the counter or decides to snoop, it's the kind of illusion one might see in a dreamshare, where the inside is impossibly doubled in the space allotted to it.
While the water's on, he digs out a jar of blue nectar from the near-empty pantry. It's really no wonder the place is locked up. ]
This stuff's kinda the same thing. Not quite as sweet, but good. You wanna try? Otherwise, I'd have to run home, but it's just up the street.
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[ He rounds the drink bar and flips on some lights. They probably won't stay long, but there's something weird about being in a dark, empty restaurant with a near-not-stranger. Then back to the kitchen he goes. If Eames looks hard enough from the counter or decides to snoop, it's the kind of illusion one might see in a dreamshare, where the inside is impossibly doubled in the space allotted to it.
While the water's on, he digs out a jar of blue nectar from the near-empty pantry. It's really no wonder the place is locked up. ]
This stuff's kinda the same thing. Not quite as sweet, but good. You wanna try? Otherwise, I'd have to run home, but it's just up the street.