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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 6:25:17 GMT -5
*Jeremy offers her a smile.*
"Don't worry none... you know... chefs are a lot like priests. Anything you tell them in confidence within their kitchen is honor bound to stay a secret on pain of being de-aproned."
*He offers her a wink.*
"Seriously... you're a Texan and seemed like you needed to talk about something with someone. I thought I'd offer an ear. Though if it's too big a presumption I'll withdraw the question. But first... I'll check on the pie."
*He grins again and heads to the kitchen hoping he wasn't making a complete jackass of himself.*
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 30, 2007 6:37:26 GMT -5
((Man I am so hungry.))
*Lizzie laughed slightly at the priest comment, but as he wandered off, she wondered if she really liked the thought of him being a priest. It seemed so...limiting. She looked at the plate. It smelled so good. She glanced up to him before sneaking a fingerful of potatoes into her mouth. It burned like hell, but it was worth it. They were amazing. Wiping her hand on her napkin, she shrugged.*
"Maybe I'd feel better if 'ya weren't behind that counter. It makes it hard fer me not to feel exposed."
*Her eyes widened at the thought of exposing herself and was quick to add.*
"I mean, just easier to talk to someone if they're all in front of 'ya and all."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 6:53:13 GMT -5
((Me too... think I'll make chicken fried rice soonish))
*Jeremy blushed, thankful his face was staring into the oven. Closing the heavy door he pokes his head up over the edge of the counter.*
"Sorry... being in here is pretty natural for me. I don't think about how rude it is to yell at someone from the kitchen."
*He pulls the pie out and sets it on a cooling rack. Walking over to her table Jeremy fails to notice he's still wearing the oven mitt.*
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 30, 2007 7:00:38 GMT -5
*Lizzie smiled at the thought, but was grateful when he came over. She looked up to him with a knowing grin.*
" 'Ya know...I might feel even more comfortable if you were to join me."
*She glanced to the other plate on the counter.*
"Bet it's better before it gets cold."
*She lowered her lashes shyly.*
"And besides...then it'd be like we were friends and not like I'm confessin' to some stranger whose name I don't even know."
*The hint of a smile curled in the corner of her lips.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 7:08:08 GMT -5
"Doh."
*Jeremy bops himself in the forehead, stopping to remove the oven mitt with a sheepish grin.*
"Crap.. forgive me. Name's Jeremy."
*He extended his newly unmitted hand toward her with a smile.*
"And I'll join you... but only if you take all of the pie home with you."
*He gives her a mischievous grin as he pulls back the chair opposite her.*
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 30, 2007 7:15:11 GMT -5
*Lizzie grinned and shook his hand. As he sat, she found she was feeling better. She didn't want to tell him what was troubling her, not because she had reason not to trust him, but because she'd have to think on it. And she really didn't know how to start. So she dodged, digging gratefully into her food. As the juices of the chicken ran over her chin, she laughed and wiped at them with the back of her hand.*
"You were right, Mister. That's the juiciest chicken I've ever had. Whatever 'ya do...it's something' brilliant."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 7:21:52 GMT -5
"Thank you. Means a lot coming from a fellow Texan."
*He rocks his chair back, deftly snagging the plate off the counter after stretching himself out. Jeremy digs into his own food as he watches her eat.*
Well.. she ain't dainty. That's good. Doesn't seem to want to talk about whatever is bugging her though.
"Very glad you like it."
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 30, 2007 7:27:34 GMT -5
*Scooping up a spoonful of potatoes, Lizzie looked up to him.*
"So you got folks here? Or back in Texas? A lady friend?"
*The words had just slipped out and as she heard them, she almost choked on her potatoes. She coughed, trying to dislodge them.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 7:33:04 GMT -5
*Jeremy chuckles behind his cup of tea.*
"Folks.. yes. A lady friend? Probably not in the way you mean. Most of my friends are female though."
*He soaks up some of the juice from the chicken with his cornbread.*
"What about you?"
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 30, 2007 7:44:31 GMT -5
"Folks and two other brothers back home. Just Jake with me here though."
*Lizzie smiled sadly to think on her family that she'd left behind.*
"And no gentleman. Well...not..."
*She shut her eyes in frustration.*
"May I ask 'ya a personal question?"
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 7:48:15 GMT -5
*Jeremy set down his fork, swallowing his potatoes slowly.*
"Tell you what... ask and if it's too personal I'll let you know."
*He smiles warmly.*
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 30, 2007 7:57:43 GMT -5
Fine. Be that way.
*Lizzie sighed heavily and put down her fork. She blurted the question out frankly. There seemed no delicate way to put it.*
"You ever known a girl that enjoys gettin' all dressed as a boy?"
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 8:03:25 GMT -5
*Jeremy grins, leaning back in his chair as he looks Lizzie in the face.*
"Sure have. Some of my good friends in fact."
*He tried to picture her in boys clothes but couldn't really hide the curves completely. Probably because he liked curves.*
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 30, 2007 8:11:41 GMT -5
*Lizzie just looked at him blankly. That wasn't the answer she'd been expecting. Now she was really curious. Were there tons of girls like this? Had she been too hard on Alex?*
"Do they...you know..."
*She lowered her voice conspiratorially.*
"Like girls? Like that, I mean."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 30, 2007 8:18:44 GMT -5
"Some do. Some like boys... who like boys."
*He offers her an honest smile.*
"To each their own."
*His voice was calm and held no derision whatsoever.*
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