Night of 14th August

Ever seen a more 'proper' bastard, before? Moon rolled her eyes.

Ford looked up from his plate before he could start his meal and raised a finely defined thick brow at her, "You aren't going to eat? Regretting your choice after seeing mine? Or is it because of the delicious smell?" he asked her smugly taking a bite of his lobster meat that was already shelled and put beautifully around the plate with a whole lot of other equally delicious looking ingredients and sauces, for him to eat with a fork, keeping his hands and suit clean. After all, Ford hates making a mess of things and getting his hands dirty.