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Post by Nadir on Apr 17, 2006 19:20:39 GMT -5
*Nadir hummed to himself as he sprinkled a pinch of fragrant ground, blended spices from Persia into the pilaf he was making.* "Curse that Darius...where's he gotten to with my lentils?" *Nadir continued to work in the kitchens of the opera house, bored and alone.* "Next--the Persian Chicken with Pomegranate Sauce..."
((No, Nadir is not flamingly gay in this...he just likes cooking. He's a man of leisure, come ON.))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 17, 2006 21:07:41 GMT -5
*enters from the auditorium, spots Nadir, and rushes over*
Hello, I'm Bonnie-Marie de Chagny!
*leans over and smells the food, inhaling slowly and deeply in a way that would make Andrew and Joel run for the Starbucks bathroom*
What are you cooking? It smells wonderful!
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Post by Nadir on Apr 17, 2006 21:25:17 GMT -5
*Nadie smiles gently at the little girl's exuberance and does not answer for a long moment.* "Hello Mademoiselle de Chagny," *he answers softly in his Persian-accented...French((?))* "My name is Nadir Khan. I'm making a fruit and lentil spiced pilaf to accompany my Persian chicken in Pomegranate sauce." *He leaned closer, and continued with a conspiratorial voice.* "It is an ancient recipe--centuries old--handed down through my family. I have it memorized. It is secret, very secret." He smiled gently again and returned to his work, although not in such a way as would cut the girl off. He continued to engage her, although his tasks at the stove went on.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 17, 2006 21:31:31 GMT -5
*eyes are wide as saucers, almost literally*
It sounds sooooo delicious! *leans in, copying his secretive tone* Do you think you could teach me how to cook?
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Post by Nadir on Apr 17, 2006 21:44:50 GMT -5
*Nadir grinned, flashing his white teeth.* "I probaby could--you seem an eager enough student. But not this recipe--it is [glow=red,2,300]secret[/glow], like I said."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 17, 2006 21:54:12 GMT -5
*smiles excitedly at him with all the childlike innocence in her soul*
Thank you so much, Monsieur Khan! I've never cooked before, but I think it will be so, so wonderful!
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Post by Nadir on Apr 17, 2006 21:59:59 GMT -5
"When would you like to start?" *He smiled.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 17, 2006 22:09:37 GMT -5
Anytime you can fit me into your schedule! I don't have anything else to do!
*pauses*
Oh. Well, I'm going to have to audition for the chorus. And I'm sure I'll get a part, so I'm going to have to rehearse a lot. And I really want to keep making friends while I'm here, so I want to save some time for socializing. And I can't do anything during the full moon because--
*gasps, realizing what she's just said, and claps her tiny hand over her mouth*
Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!
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Post by Nadir on Apr 17, 2006 22:18:31 GMT -5
*Nadir noted the girl's sudden anxiety and frowned, not understanding for a moment. Then he recalled women's monthly cycles, and he reddened.* "Ah." *Was all he said.* "Well, whenever you find time, my dear, you need only ask for Nadir." *He removed his cooking from the stove top and slid it onto a waiting plate. He arranged it attractively and placed in on the table before Bonnie-Marie, next to a table setting for one and a glass of wine. Taking her hand from her shocked mouth, he placed a courtly kiss on the back of her knuckles.* "Enjoy, khanom. Shab be khayr." *With that, he disappeared from the kitchen, leaving Bonnie-Marie in the warm room, rendolent with Eastern spices and the juicy scent of sweet fruit and savoury chicken and rice.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 17, 2006 22:31:19 GMT -5
Oh goodness, does he know? How could he?! But he seemed to understand! Oh no, what am I going to do? He's going to tell everyone if he knows! Maybe he's seen my condition before, somewhere in Persia!
*cocks her head cutely, flipping her dark hair to the side, all thought of her "condition" gone for the time being* What did he call me? *whips out her pocket Persian dictionary* It's a good thing I decided to bring this with me today! Thank goodness for women's intuition! Now let's see..."khanom" means lady. "Enjoy lady"? What odd phrasing they have in Persia! And "Shab be khayr"...good night. *pauses, thinking again* Well, that translation was slightly disappointing. It sounded so exotic and romantic in Persian.
*shrugs and eats the food he's left her with, positive that the meal will not make her gain even the tiniest bit of weight, and wanders out*
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Post by Nadir on Jun 7, 2006 16:38:19 GMT -5
*Nadir enters the kitchen and seats Bonnie-Marie at the large table in the centre.* "Now, what would you like to learn, my dear?"
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jun 7, 2006 16:41:16 GMT -5
*plops down and thinks hard, her brown eyes darkening thoughtfully*
I don't know. What's your favorite thing to cook? If you like it, I'm sure I will too!
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Post by Nadir on Jun 7, 2006 16:47:10 GMT -5
*Nadir's dark eyes sparkled deep in their black depths, and he smiled at her mysteriously.* "Lately I feel I should like a taste of something sweet." *His dark lashes swept his high chiselled cheekbones and honey-gold skin as he glanced away from her frank gaze.* "What say you to some dessert? Cool, warm, or hot? Fired quickly or slowly seared? Spiced or smooth? Should it be served with wine?"
((Oh the endless food metaphors.))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Jun 7, 2006 16:56:52 GMT -5
*is far too innocent to be aware of anything suggestive in the conversation*
Dessert sounds yummy! *slides her small creamy hands behind her to pull her hair back out of her face, unknowingly stretching her back sensually* I like it hot.
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Post by Nadir on Jun 7, 2006 17:01:11 GMT -5
*Nadir grins deviously.* "I can see you will be an eager learner, Mademoiselle de Chagny." *He took off his jacket and waistcoat, leaving him in just his shirt, breeches and boots. He rolled up his billowing white sleeves, exposing his dark-skinned muscular forearms, covered in fine dark hair that mutely declared his utter maleness--because all girls are bald as plucked chickens except for eyelashes, brows and the hair on their heads.* "Now, I think we should start with some fruit. Tell me if these grapes are alright..." *he plucked a fresh, crisp blue grape from a freshly washed bundle and held to towards her lush, pink lips.*
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