Late September 2012: Featherhead, South Dakota

[damncompass]

If there's one thing that Joshua truly missed from Switzerland, it's the different restaraunts.

Thus, after a good half day's worth of research, he finally found the one decent Indian restaraunt in possibly all of western South Dakota.

On the bright side, it didn't require reservations, and there weren't too many people there.

Dinner is lovely with naan, a few appetizers, and Joshua's favourite vindaloo curry.

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[damncompass]

"Still, you are so many different kinds of awesome." Joshua sighs. "You are much better than you think."

[claudiometer]

Up goes an eyebrow. "So are you. I at least know I'm awesome at something."

[damncompass]

"This is not about me." He shrugs. "You're the more important one here."

[claudiometer]

"And you're not? I'd be freaking out a lot more if I was facing this prospect all by myself."

[damncompass]

"You'd be fine, Claudia. I know you. No matter what, you'd be fine."

[claudiometer]

"Not my point and you know it."

Eventually, she pulls into the B&B (everyone's going to know she drove back from the parking job alone). "How's your nose?"

[damncompass]

Joshua wiggles his nose a bit, and shrugs. "I think I'm fine. I'll just put some ice on it or something. Pretty sure at this point that it's not broken."

[claudiometer]

"Well, it's not bleeding anymore, at least. Shall we head in?"
She's taking the lack of blood as a sign she doesn't have to call Dr. Vanessa.

[damncompass]

"Yeah. That sounds good." He shuffles into the living room, flopping backwards onto the couch with little attention to what or who is already there.