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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 13:55:34 GMT -5
Ahh yes.. Jake.
"Both actually. Strange enough coincidence I am from Texas. Which is in America. Which is in the New World."
*Takes a taste of the dressing.* "Needs more salt."
"So where are you from?"
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 13:58:23 GMT -5
((Actually the other human she's met was Irene, who's also American. No Frenchies for her.))
*Poe smiled politely.*
"I am from Finland."
*She tilted her head, analyzing him. How odd that he should be so far from home. Jake's home. She wondered if he knew him.*
"Do you like it here? Is that why you left?"
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 14:05:44 GMT -5
Guess the line, "I come from France," just wouldn't work here.
*Starts plating*
"I'm here because I have a few friends here and nothing really going for me back home."
*Brings out a plate of salmon, pasta and artichokes.*
"This should be a little spicy but the the blue cheese alfredo should be fairly cooling. Let me bring you some wine with this."
*Sets the plate in front of her and heads toward the cellar.*
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 14:11:47 GMT -5
*Poe sniffed the food cautiously, taking the advantage of having both of them otherwise occupied. She stuck her fingers in it, feeling the texture of it before bringing it to her lips. Sniffing once more she tasted it.*
Oh! Very pleasant.
*She started to feed herself happily, not minding what the silver was for. She paused frequently to lick her fingers clean.*
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 14:23:42 GMT -5
*His voice carries as he's climbs up with a pair of bottles in his hand* "Cooking has been something I've enjoyed... figured I'd open up my own place...."
*His voice trails off as he notices her eating with her fingers.* "Well that's one way to do it."
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 14:27:15 GMT -5
*Poe froze looking like a deer in the headlights. Slowly she lowered her hand and tilted her head.*
"One way to do what?"
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 14:36:36 GMT -5
"Well I'll never be the one to stop anyone from enjoying my food in anyway they wish... but that plate doesn't hold anything that would generally be considered finger food. Meaning most people would use the silverware provided. Keeps things a bit cleaner."
*He pours a glass of white wine and sets it on her table.*
"Though of course some finger foods are more messy than that fish. Go figure."
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 14:41:49 GMT -5
"Oh."
*Poe stared at the utensils provided before carefully picking up the fork. She turned it over and around, trying to figure out how to use it properly. She held it carefully as she had emulated with her pie the previous day, but the texture was different and she was only mildly successful with the effort of getting the food on it.*
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 14:50:40 GMT -5
"More of a scooping motion after you use the edge to separate a small bite size portion from the main."
*He steps back into the kitchen to work on the second plate.*
"Generally the more messy you get eating the food the lower class that food is. You won't see a lot of nobles eating bbq ribs. Mores the pity."
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 14:54:13 GMT -5
*Poe adjusted her method to her surprised success. She looked up, her eyes sparkling.*
"Thank you. I have just...never had this dish before. I was uncertain on the proper method of consumption."
*She tried to see what he was working on.*
"What's next?"
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 15:08:52 GMT -5
"Seems a fair bet you're not really here for a classic meal."
*Picking up a taller stool he brings it around to the front of the counter.*
"If you'd care to move to here you can see a bit easier."
*Is glad he used every hollywood trick to make everything seem possible for that period, even if it wasn't in common use.*
"Next up would be the pork chops. They've been injected with a spicy butter sauce and served with an earthy mushroom rice side and a fresh salad made from baby spinach leaves and toped with a grilled tomato dressing." *The litany of the dish rolls off his tongue like a well rehearsed speech.*
"Feel free to watch." *The pork sizzles as it hits the hot skillet.*
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 15:15:09 GMT -5
*Poe moved happily to the stool and watched with interest.*
"Fascinating."
*She lifted her eyes to his.*
"Is this the function you were bred for? Food preparation. You seem to have a talent for it."
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 15:21:45 GMT -5
"Bred for? Nah. My father's part cajun and my family is all southern so I guess good food is in my blood."
*He puts a top on the pot of rice.*
"I can't say that I've figured out what my purpose is in life. Food is just one of life's pleasures."
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Post by Poe on Jun 28, 2007 15:26:05 GMT -5
*Poe looked up to him innocently.*
"Do you engage in other pleasures, sir?"
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 28, 2007 15:28:35 GMT -5
*He looks back not so innocently.*
"Every chance I get."
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