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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 16:22:09 GMT -5
*She shook her head.* "I'd never met him before I came to Paris. It's... well, it's difficult, to say the least, finding yourself in the wrong year, away from your family. It was comforting to know there was someone who--if not worried--at least had an interest in making sure I stayed alive."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 16:24:17 GMT -5
"The wrong year?"
((Why my characters always think it is whatever year they are canonically from... I don't know.))
"He spreads that interest pretty thin, though," said Adrien, not exactly charitably, suddenly thinking of the first night he'd met him, and his obsessive interest in paying him like - well, like a whore.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 16:26:49 GMT -5
"Oh I'm not saying it was expressed." *She said dryly.* "But it tends to be you look out for someone you've invested so much in."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 16:28:50 GMT -5
Adrien made a sour face and looked away.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 16:29:53 GMT -5
*She took a bite of risotto.* "I could seriously eat that entire pan of brownies. Healthy food my ass; I want chocolate. And not the kind that has a recognizable cacao content."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 16:33:35 GMT -5
"And I'm gonna die of this vegetarian thing," Adrien moaned. "I mean really. And it wouldn't be so bad if he told you first and then didn't get so damn offended when you say oh wait, I like to eat meat though."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 18:26:44 GMT -5
*She forked a piece of chicken and chewed it vehemently, frowning.*
"I like meat. Humans are supposed to eat meat. Alexander the Great ate meat. You can't conquer Asia Minor without eating some lamb or something."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 18:40:44 GMT -5
"I don't even know why it is such a big freakin' deal to him, vegetarianism."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 19:27:41 GMT -5
*She shrugged, then stood to begin cutting the brownies. She made perfect, even squares with a paring knife and used the flat part of the blade to peel them up. She offered one to Adrien.*
"They're good. My mom taught me."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 19:32:37 GMT -5
He smiled and reached out for it, shifting to one hip and tucking his legs under him on the chair.
"I've never had one before," he said truthfully.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 19:39:36 GMT -5
"They're like an explosion of chocolate delicious in your mouth oh my god eat it right now" *She stuffed a bite in her own mouth.*
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 12, 2009 17:55:40 GMT -5
He did.
The look on his face was incomparable.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2009 15:50:24 GMT -5
*She smiled, clearly pleased.* "I need to make fudge. And cookies. And cheesecake. And pot de beuf, and soup and... well, we'll wait until we're back in Paris and go to a proper market to pick out the ingredients."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 13, 2009 16:02:28 GMT -5
"Can I help?" he asked almost eagerly, mouth slightly full. He finished before going on. "I like to cook only I'm not that good at it because most of my food comes from the supermarket, I mean after they've thrown out produce already, so there's not a lot of options, you know?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2009 16:40:36 GMT -5
*She nodded enthusiastically, grinning.* "Of course! Cooking is easy if you know what tastes good together, and how hot the oven needs to be. Most of it is just improvisation." *She took a bite of brownie.* "The best food is always made by family. It's just a rule."
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