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Post by Rochester on Sept 20, 2008 11:39:06 GMT -5
*Rochester arched a brow in surprise at her epiphany.*
"You've done this before." *He poked.* "You were just trying to preserve my feelings."
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Post by Shadi on Sept 22, 2008 10:21:19 GMT -5
"Have not!" Shadi protested. "Guess those years of smearing the glass at restaurants paid off. Guess I had to pick up something, since I wasn't gettin' fed from it."
She turned a pancake, golden and perfect. Of course, she burned the other side before turning it out on a plate.
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Post by Rochester on Sept 22, 2008 16:18:56 GMT -5
"Splendid, darling! Just splendid!" *Rochester was practically giddy with her success.*
"So how many shall we make?"
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Post by Shadi on Sept 22, 2008 17:19:29 GMT -5
Shadi beamed in the face of his approval.
"Um... I don't know. Until the batter's done?"
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Post by Rochester on Sept 23, 2008 6:18:19 GMT -5
*Rochester looked confused for a moment, but then it hit him.*
"Oh! Of course." *He answered brightly, buzzing about her while she worked.*
"Is there...anything else you need from me?" *He asked, hoping to be of service.*
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Post by Shadi on Sept 23, 2008 9:09:13 GMT -5
Shadi was accumulating a stack of half-burnt pancakes.
"Syrup," she said. "Lots of it."
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Post by Rochester on Sept 23, 2008 9:18:30 GMT -5
"Of course." *Rochester nodded, turning eagerly back to look through the cabinets, finally procuring a large bottle.*
"I found it!" *He exclaimed in delight.*
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Post by Shadi on Sept 23, 2008 9:51:21 GMT -5
At this point, Shadi had a pile of pancakes, far too many, and most of them partially burnt and oddly-shaped.
Still, they smelled... pretty good.
She beamed.
"Now... we eat!" She looked at them doubtfully. "Well, hopefully."
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Post by Rochester on Sept 23, 2008 9:57:04 GMT -5
"That certainly sounds like a valid plan to me, darling." *Rochester answered, proudly offering two plates and the accompanying silver that he'd found during his numerous diggings.*
"I'd say we've earned it, no?"
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Post by Shadi on Sept 23, 2008 10:18:17 GMT -5
Shadi surveyed the wreckage of the kitchen. There were dirty pans, spilled ingredients and two rather disheveled people.
"I'd say," she said. "We made a good mess, anyway."
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Post by Rochester on Sept 23, 2008 10:33:17 GMT -5
"Indeed." *Rochester purred, setting the plates on the nearby counter and wiping at the flour on her cheek with his thumb as his lips lowered to hers.*
"You were positively inspirational." *He whispered, his skin finding hers in a soft kiss.*
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Post by Shadi on Sept 23, 2008 11:11:19 GMT -5
She melted instantly into his kiss, savoring the... the strange normality of it, in the face of everything. She had one of the most notorious rakes of Europe praising her cooking, kissing a floured waif from the streets. And she loved that, she did. But it bothered her, too.
Not that her body betrayed that at all. Until her stomach growled loudly.
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Post by Rochester on Sept 23, 2008 11:23:19 GMT -5
((Aww, poor girl.))
*Rochester pulled back at the sound, giving a wry glance at her belly.*
"All right, all right. It can wait." *He rolled his eyes playfully.*
"To the dining room then?" *He offered, picking the plates and syrup up.*
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Post by Shadi on Sept 23, 2008 11:39:57 GMT -5
"It's not me, it's my tummy," Shadi insisted. "I have no control over it at all."
She followed him happily.
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Post by Rochester on Sept 23, 2008 11:51:18 GMT -5
"Oh, I know, darling." *Rochester glanced back to her as he set out the plates.*
"To whom did you think I was speaking to?" *He glanced once more at her stomach with a wry grin.*
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