A boy named Sous

Tish was smirking up a storm, but she wasn't laughing, no. "Well alright, Boaz." Perhaps a bit too much emphasis on the name for Priestly's tastes, but what could you do? "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Uh." Priestly glanced over at the others again, then leaned over. "Sure."

"Tish? Is short for 'Platisha'."

And it was Priestly's time to smirk. "Platisha. That's a good one." The tension was, indeed, well and truly broken, now.

"Now." Tish smiled. "Would you like to take me to dinner sometime?"

Priestly grinned. "It would be my honor." He started circling the counter, reaching for an apron. "Oh, there's something you should know first, Platisha. You see, when I'm with a girl, I've never --"

Tish pressed a finger to his mouth. "Don't try it." Then she followed it up with a kiss.