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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 21:21:20 GMT -5
Ty took a look at both meals and nodded in approval once again, releasing his hand and getting the silverware out of the napking it was rolled in and placing the napkin on her lap. "Thank you for ordering for me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 21:22:17 GMT -5
"May you enjoy it," ::Pietro said, taking his own knife in hand. He had not had dumplings in months, and looked forward to a proper meal.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 21:27:45 GMT -5
Ty carefully cut a bite of the fish, chewing slowly. It was oddly spiced, but not unpleasantly so, and the salmon had a tang to it that any restaurant she'd been to always seemed to cook out of it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 21:28:45 GMT -5
::Pietro did not cut into his dumplings until after she had taken her first bite.:: "Do you like it?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 21:44:16 GMT -5
She nodded. "It tastes better then some fish I've eaten. They've left the flavor in."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 21:50:13 GMT -5
::Pietro took that as a good sign, grateful that she enjoyed her food. He took a bite of dumpling, finding the flavor reminiscent of home, and he took another bite.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 22:12:44 GMT -5
"Nostalgic?" she asked, teasing slightly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 22:16:42 GMT -5
"No," ::Pietro said, swallowing the morsel. He cut another bite.:: "But it is good."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 22:20:16 GMT -5
She chuckled a little, more at the fact that he couldn't maintain humor for the life of him, and it was all the more endearing. She continued to eat quietly, feeling the need to concentrate on the meal rather then talk. There was no use enjoying food if it grew cold.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 22:26:35 GMT -5
::A silver eyebrow rose at the chuckle, but Pietro did not ask. As she concentrated on her meal, he did as well, enjoying the sausage and the dumplings.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 22:36:48 GMT -5
Ty finished her meal about 20 minutes later, in between sips of her drink. The silence was companionable, and she carefully laid her napkin beside her plate, picking up her drink and stirring it slightly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 22:41:20 GMT -5
::Twenty minutes, three beers, and the bottle of vodka later, Pietro too was finished with that stage of the meal. His napkin was already beside his plate.:: "Good?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 22:52:02 GMT -5
"Absolutely, and I am still in envy of your ability to drink that much," Ty replied, nodding at the empty vodka bottle.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 2, 2008 22:53:08 GMT -5
::Pietro had lined the bottle up with the beer steins.:: "You only envy until you want to get drunk."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 2, 2008 22:59:57 GMT -5
She shook her head. "I don't like being drunk. Last time didn't end well."
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