17 ♐ I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you

[aim_exorable]

Who: Darkleer and Disciple
When: Wednesday, noon-ish
Where: Places! Around town
Status: Closed
Style: Action

[A message is sent to her, not too long before noon.]

D --> If you are not too busy
D --> I was perhaps thinking that we could
D --> Have lunch together
D --> Or talk
D --> Or some such thing.
D --> Only if you are not not otherwise preoccupied of course.
D --> I would not want to be a bother

Comments

[feralfanatic]

Oh, I assure you. You will be up to your horns in meat-free meals when I am done with you.

[Just as novel as her cooking for someone. Baking was one thing, but she has not really had the chance to cook full meals for someone.]

[aim_exorable]

Now I'm almost worried. I might have to share with someone.

[Back to tracing 100s on the tablecloth.]

I don't suppose you'd be interested in trying some of your own cooking?

[feralfanatic]

Why Darkleer, are you saying you want to come over to my hive for dinner some time?

[A feigned gasp, and then a smile.]

I think that is quite a wonderful idea.

[aim_exorable]

That is perhaps a very remote and slight possibility, but a possibility nonetheless.

[Ignore the way he's trying to hide his smile.]

What sort of thing would be best to bring then? I wouldn't want to bring you nothing, after all.

[feralfanatic]

Well, at the very least, bring yourself...

[In a place where everything is given freely, she actually has to think for a second.]

And How about I leave the liquid refreshments up to you? I should be able to take care of everything else easily enough.

[aim_exorable]

[Vatheon certainly does bring some interesting problems...]

That sounds perfectly fine to me. Let me know what you have planned, and I'll bring drinks to match. Perhaps-

[He trails off as the server comes back, bringing in an enormous food platter with a kind of spongy bread beneath it. There's another plate full of the same kind of bread, only smaller and rolled up a bit in presentation.]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple was nodding as he was finishing his sentence, then she notices the server bringing the food. She was not really sure what to make of it, but vowed to try at least a little bit of all of it. I mean, you only live once...err wait. Vatheon sort of ruined that idiom. Hrmm...]

Oh my, it is certainly impressive looking. You said we tear parts of the bread to eat it with, right?

[aim_exorable]

That's right. Like this.

[Taking some of the rolled up bread, he tears off a small chunk that can fit between his fingers and then reaches up to pick some of the food up into it.]

It's a rather novel concept, I think. There's some meat, as well, since I thought you would like that.

[feralfanatic]

I think I get it, thank you.

[Disciple takes some of the bread herself, tearing a piece off. She gathers up a little bit of one of things that look meat-like, and takes a bit. After a short bit a strange look comes over her face, and she begins groping for a water glass. She had managed to grab some spicy kitfo.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh dear... With one hand, he gives her a small glass. The other hand he's coughing into, and whoops... Does it sound a bit like muffled laughter? No, surely not. Shhh.]

[feralfanatic]

[She gladly takes the proffered glass, and downs its contents. She lets out something of a sigh, her face was tinted olive from the increased blood-flow from the spicy food... or was it embarrassment?]

It was, uhh... [Small cough.]...spicy.

Not bad though, it just... caught me off my guard, is all.

[aim_exorable]

This type of food occasionally tends to be like that, yes. I apologize for not warning you sooner.

Would you like a small glass of milk? When it comes to spices, they tend to offer relief quicker than water or other such things.

[He doesn't want her to suffer too much, after all! She isn't his kismesis.]

[feralfanatic]

It is fine. I just...

[Still feeling the burn. Cough.]

...maybe some milk, yes.

[Then an impish smile.]

Do not think I missed that laugh, either; Mister.

[aim_exorable]

I wasn't laughing.

[Even if he is still smiling as he gestures for the server to bring some milk..]

I was coughing.

[feralfanatic]

Oh, coughing, is that what that was? Okay...

[Same mischievous grin.]

Did that come from choking on all the laughter?

[aim_exorable]

[He adjusts his hand so that it is ~~discretely~~ covering his mouth.]

Not at all. My throat is simply dry. Can't a troll simply cough?

[feralfanatic]

[Oh my! A back and forth! She was having a wonderful time, the smile on her face is quite evident.]

Nope!

[She flashes an especially silly grin.]

Not allowed.

You are only allowed to laugh at Disciple making a fool of herself. Because, let us be honest, it was funny...

[aim_exorable]

Rude.

[It is a fitting grin for her, because she is being especially silly right now. After just a little hesitation, he lowers his hand.]

I wouldn't want to be improper.

[feralfanatic]

Well, we would not want that, now, would we?

Okay then, new rule.

[Because that is how this works, right?]

If your moirail does something silly, it is no longer considered improper to laugh. Which should not come up much- because a refined and delicate flower such as myself never does anything silly.

[aim_exorable]

Of course not. You are truly a proper gentletroll.

[This is definitely how it works, Darkleer is pretty sure. He also doesn't know, so. Take that as you will.]

Laughter then. Now perhaps you'll want to try something that is not so spicy?

Yeah Wikipedia. -_-

[feralfanatic]

Quite.

[She somehow attempts to mimic a curtsy while sitting.]

Now... Yes, though, the spicy was good. Expecting the spice this time, and moderation, will make that more tolerable. Well now, Maybe some of this one...

[She tears another chunk and scoops a small amount of what appears to be a crumbly cheese. Disciple samples it, a bit more carefully then the previous attempt. It is an interesting taste, the cheese itself is fairly mild and uneventful, and actually serves to kill some of the sting of the spicy kitfo that was still lingering in her mouth. Almost as if it was meant for that exact purpose... almost.]

Not bad, not bad. I think this one will make the red, spicy, meaty stuff easier to eat.

[aim_exorable]

[Almost.]

Hopefully. I wouldn't want to make this an unbearable meal for you.

[As for himself, he's trying a bit of everything, in his own patient way. Just one by one, sticking to everything he knows doesn't include meat. Fortunately that includes a nice chunk of it.]

[feralfanatic]

Oh please, I could be being fed a tasteless, dry, gruel right now and you being here would make it bearable. The fact that the food is actually good, so far, is icing on the proverbial cake.

[She stops to give him a grin, and then was on to trying the green, leafy stuff with a bit of the bread.]

[aim_exorable]

...Really?

[That's one of the most romantic things anyone has said to him.]

I, ah, am quite pleased that I produce such a reaction then.

[feralfanatic]

[Green leafy stuff, not bad at all!]

It is like you said during our little moirallegiance talk.

[She says gesturing at him with a new bit of bread.]

I would not lie to you about something important like that. I like you, and you are stuck with me, I am afraid.

[As punctuation to her sentence she scoops up a bit more of the spicy kitfo, and sprinkles a little of the crumbly cheese on it, and takes a bite.]