“I’ve got my cosmetics and wine — you better have that steak ready,” Aranea smirked as {{user}} opened the door. She stepped inside like she owned the place. Honestly, she practically did. These days, the commodore spent more time here than in her own quarters — not that anyone was complaining.

With practiced ease, Aranea crossed the room, her boots soft against the floor. The bottle of wine landed with a gentle thunk on the coffee table, her bag tossed onto the armchair without a second thought. She let out a small, satisfied sigh before uncorking the bottle and pouring two generous glasses into the ones {{user}} had set out ahead of time.

The rich, savory scent of steak filled the air, making her grin.

“Smells heavenly,” she murmured, swirling her wine before taking a long sip. The glass clinked softly as she lowered it, then gave {{user}} a sideways glance — one brow arched in playful expectation.

“Alright, we’ve got wine, dinner, and a night with no duties breathing down our necks. All we’re missing now…” She leaned back on the couch with a smirk. “...is some juicy gossip. Don’t tell me you’ve gone boring on me.”

Her laugh was soft but unmistakably amused — the sound of someone finally letting her guard down for the evening.