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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 17:46:06 GMT -5
*enters and gestures for Ichabod to sit in a chair by the counter as she begins going through all the cupboards and ice boxes, pulling out random items*
Now let's see, what do we have here...?
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 17:52:26 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have taken you for a culinary artist, Bonnie-Marie," he said thoughtfully, watching her sort through the ingredients. "Where did you learn to cook?"
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 17:56:57 GMT -5
*measures some flour as she speaks brightly*
My Angel of Food taught me! Wait.
*eyes darken and she accidentally dumps some of the white powder down her front, enough to look cute but not so much as to actually look messy*
He didn't teach me. He said he would and then he disappeared.
*looks at all the things she's set on the counter and then back at Ichabod, her large eyes glistening with unshed tears*
I just remembered. I don't know how to cook.
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 18:09:07 GMT -5
Ichabod touched Bonnie-Marie's shoulder gently. "It's not that hard," he explained. "At least... I don't think it is. I confess, I've made some simple dishes myself, and it doesn't take too much skill! I'm sure a talented girl such as yourself could do it."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 18:10:25 GMT -5
*sniffles and leans into him ever so slightly*
Do you really think I could learn? Will you help me?
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 18:14:14 GMT -5
Ichabod quirked one eyebrow and smiled ever so slightly.
"I'm sure you could learn anything you put your mind too, Bonnie-Marie." He paused for a moment before pulling away and looking up at the cupboards. "Now, let's see what we have here. What do you want to make?"
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 18:19:24 GMT -5
*follows him, peeking over his shoulder*
I don't know. Maybe something sweet? Yeah. Sweet and yummy and hot.
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 18:23:11 GMT -5
Ichabod's gaze grew uncharacteristically sultry for a moment; then it passed, and he smiled benignly at her. "Perhaps a pie? What kind do you suggest? Conveniently, I see that the kitchens are stocked with fresh fruit of all varieties."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 18:27:41 GMT -5
Wow, that is convenient!
*reaches around him for a strawberry, which she proceeds to bite into slowly, her face still quite near Ichabod's*
Mmmm.
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 18:31:05 GMT -5
Ichabod pulled away with a look of disgust. "Don't chomp that near my face, girl."
Ichabod smiled at her. "Good, is it? The strawberries are probably at their peak this time of year. So, a strawberry pie, what do you say?"
He took off his jacket and waistcoat, draping them over a chair and rolling up his sleeves to reveal toned forearms. "I hope you don't mind," he said, loosening his cravat.
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 18:35:46 GMT -5
No, I don't mind.
*stares somewhat blankly for a moment before reaching up for a large mixing bowl and setting it on the counter. Heading back to the icebox, she retrieves the strawberries, picks one up, and holds it out to Ichabod. To his lips*
Taste?
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 18:38:16 GMT -5
Ichabod took a bite of the strawberry and ate it thoughtfully. "Very nice," he said. "Now, here's your first cooking lesson - throw a few handfuls of strawberries in that big bowl right there."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 18:44:43 GMT -5
*nods, eyes wide--signalling her interest in learning--and unceremoniously dumps a third of the strawberries into the bowl, then smiles proudly at Ichabod*
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Post by Ichabod Crane on Aug 22, 2006 18:50:29 GMT -5
Ichabod nodded at her with a smile. "Great job. You're on your way to Iron Chef as we speak."
"Now," he directed, pointing up into the cupboard with a wooden spoon, "Would you be so kind as to get that bag of sugar and pour a goodly amount into the bowl? About a cup or so."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Aug 22, 2006 18:56:36 GMT -5
Alright!
*bounces over, retrieves the sugar with the aid of a stepping stool (and looking very cute as she does so), and does as Ichabod directed*
Ichabod, do you like Paris so far?
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