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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 8, 2007 22:18:47 GMT -5
::Pietro made himself larger, like he did when walking with Wanda. Standing straight and confident, coupled with his facial features, did wonders to keep others away. He led her down the street, and turned the corner with her.:: "It is, authentic Italian."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 8, 2007 22:22:39 GMT -5
"I haven't had real Italian food since I was little," she replied, smiling. "Cooking it at Xavier's isn't the same."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 8, 2007 22:25:30 GMT -5
::Pietro generally preferred cooking his own food; he knew what was in it, knew nothing was unsafe. But something was lost in that; there was something special about a good restaurant.:: "All the more reason to eat out."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 8, 2007 22:28:17 GMT -5
"That and the company," she observed with a slight smile before changing subjects. "How is Wanda?" She hadn't seen the woman since the encounter on the grounds; Typhoid assumed that was probably a good thing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 8, 2007 22:42:11 GMT -5
"Wanda is fine, I think,"::Pietro answered. After she returned, he had tried to give her space. He had heard nothing more about Kurt, which could be either good or bad. For his sister's happiness, he hoped for good news.
Walking another block, they reached the restaurant and held the door for her while she entered before following. The restaurant had not changed since he had last been here. Cozy feeling, wooden decor, everything he remembered.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 9, 2007 7:15:25 GMT -5
"You think?" The phrase worried her; she hoped nothing had gone wrong with Pietro's sister, having had little chance to meet her after the run in on the grounds. She waited for Pietro to lead the way, unused to being somewhere that was mostly for humans after so long among mutants- her last foray into a human-run area had been less then stellar.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 9, 2007 8:49:53 GMT -5
"She is in good health, and she hasn't told me she isn't fine," ::Pietro explained. He also knew his sister was restless, confused, and had feelings for Kurt, and he did not have details on the last. As much as he didn't like to wait, he would for Wanda. She would stop keeping those details to herself after a time, and then she would tell him and all would be right again. After he had frightened her away, he didn't want to risk losing her again by being demanding.
He led Typhoid to the maitre d' and gave their party name for the reservation. There they were taken to a cozy table in the large dining area, along the back wall so that they would not be surrounded by other patrons o all sides. Pietro refused to sit, holding Typhoid's chair out for her so she could be seated first.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 9, 2007 9:24:14 GMT -5
'You don't have to do that, you know," Ty said with a small smile as she took her seat, allowing him to scoot the chair in behind her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 9, 2007 11:16:43 GMT -5
"I want to," ::Pietro replied as he circled back around the table and sat in his own seat. The menus and wine list had been left with them, and a moment later their waiter returned with two glasses of water and a basket of warm bread, olive oil for dipping.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 9, 2007 11:31:06 GMT -5
"I don't think that's something I'll ever get used to," she said with a slight smile, shaking her head.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 9, 2007 11:33:41 GMT -5
"Civility?" ::Pietro asked, as he handed her both her menu and the wine list.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 9, 2007 11:41:52 GMT -5
She took both menus from his hand with a nod, scanning them a little. "You could call it that. It's more like...I've always been used to doing things on my own. Opening my own doors, taking out my own seats. Survival mode, maybe."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 9, 2007 14:42:25 GMT -5
"Ah," ::Pietro said, scanning his own menu. He had grown up as a twin, always able to rely on his sister, and have her rely on him in return. It was second nature to open doors, to pull out chairs, to escort inside; he had done it his entire life. Although his highest courtesy was reseved for those few he trusted.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 9, 2007 14:49:46 GMT -5
Ty picked out what she wanted and quietly sipped at her water, enjoying the atmosphere for a moment. If the patrons had been speaking Italian, she could have shut her eyes and imagined herself in Italy. She took a slice of bread, poured oil on a small plate, and cut the bread in half before dipping it and taking a bite.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 9, 2007 14:52:56 GMT -5
"You've decided?" ::Pietro asked, the moment she placed down her menu. Despite his natural speed, he didn't wish to rush her.::
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