[ The 'usual place,' as Moenbryda puts it, is the Rising Dough -- a bar-slash-pizza place far enough away from the center of the campus to be only frequented by graduate students and seniors, though that doesn't entirely insulate it from being the occasional epicenter of any friendly altercations between rival student groups.
Tonight, at least, it's quiet enough (the peak of happy hour being over helps). Moenbryda's already taken up a seat at one of the high tables next to the window, long legs neatly crossed at the ankle as she perches on one of the bar chairs. There's a notebook beside her on the table, but for now ... she's intently poring over her choices for pizza. ]
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Tonight, at least, it's quiet enough (the peak of happy hour being over helps). Moenbryda's already taken up a seat at one of the high tables next to the window, long legs neatly crossed at the ankle as she perches on one of the bar chairs. There's a notebook beside her on the table, but for now ... she's intently poring over her choices for pizza. ]