[Duster shrugs and slides out of his seat when their Moogle escort opens the door on his side of the carriage. He keeps his arms folded and looks at the ground.]
...Can we wait out here for them?
Kupo! You'll freeze! [The Moogle looks personally offended, though it's all an act seeing that he immediately pushes Duster's legs in the direction of the restaurant. He doesn't budge.]
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...Can we wait out here for them?
Kupo! You'll freeze! [The Moogle looks personally offended, though it's all an act seeing that he immediately pushes Duster's legs in the direction of the restaurant. He doesn't budge.]
Get inside! We made a reservation!