[So they go for punch! Nobody's really over here yet; they're all dancing, since it just started] * Nami leads Satoshi to the punch! * Satoshi follows Nami to the punch! [There's strawberry and raspberry flavors.] What kind do you want? * Nami gets some of the strawberry punch. "Nya! Looks good!" * Satoshi blinks a bit at the sound she makes, but takes some raspberry punch anyway. * Nami drinks it. * Satoshi sips a bit. "This is nice. How's yours?" It's good! Cool. So you're a real actress? Nya? Oh, I sure am! ... Well, I used to be. Then I went into modelling because I'm so pretty. * Satoshi laughs. Well, I, uh, can't argue with that. Really? Wow. That's impressive. Now I'm kinda sorry I don't watch much TV. * Satoshi rubs the back of his head nervously, wondering exactly why a girl this pretty decided she wanted to dance with him. * Nami can't read minds. So she just grins and drinks more punch. So what kind of things do you model? Nya? I wear fancy clothes and people take lots of pictures of me and give me money. Is there another kind? I meant did you do formal wear, or casual clothes, or some of everything? * Nami grins. "Whatever I look best in!" * Satoshi nods, slowly. "Ahh, okay. So you're in a lot of magazines, then?" Uh-huh! Which ones? I'll have to look for some, 'cause it's cool actually knowing someone in them. Um... You know, ones with pretty clothes and people. * Satoshi is beginning to realize that Nami is not the most observant of people, and just nods this time. * Nami smiles. "Nya!" * Satoshi blinks at the sound. * Satoshi sips the last of his punch. "Um... would you like anything to eat?" * Nami grins and nods. "I sure would!" * Satoshi gets two plates and hands one to Nami. * Nami takes it. * Satoshi bows slightly to Nami. "Ladies first." * Nami peers at the food. "Hmmmm..." * Nami spies some chicken in one of those portable blazer things, and scoops a piece out. With her hand. She yelps when she gets burned, dropping it (managing to get it on the plate, at least), and licks her finger. "Ow!" * Satoshi blinks. "Are you all right?" * Nami nods. "It was just a bit hot. That's all." She smiles again. Riiight. * Satoshi gets a piece of chicken, using the tongs/serving fork/whatever's provided to put it on his plate. * Nami peers. "Oh! THAT's what those are for!" * Satoshi just looks at her. "Um... yeah, that's what they're for. So you don't burn yourself, or get sauce all over your fingers, or stuff like that." * Nami grins. "Wow!" * Nami picks one up and opens it and closes it a few times. "Neat!" * Satoshi begins to seriously wonder about this girl, but forces himself to smile.