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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 12:05:12 GMT -5
::As the plate was set in the center of the table, Pietro edged them closer to her.:: "Take first bite."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 12:11:33 GMT -5
Ty did, gingerly cutting a piece and tasting. They were extremely light and sweet. "Wonderful."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 12:14:23 GMT -5
::With her approval, Pietro cut himself a piece of crepe. Tasting it, approval was on his lips.:: "We need to come here more often."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 12:25:38 GMT -5
She laughed a little. "If we did, I'd go up two dress sizes in a week."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 12:30:06 GMT -5
::That was an effect Pietro never considered; his metabolism wasted nothing. Further, he did not envision for a moment she could gain such weight.:: "Hardly."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 12:33:57 GMT -5
"Thank you for that," she acknowledged with a chuckle.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 12:35:56 GMT -5
"I speak as I see," ::Pietro replied; he had sworn to speak only honestly to her. It did not allow for idle flattery. Cutting another piece, he ate it contentedly.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 13:04:00 GMT -5
Ty ate quietly, enjoying the dessert until about halfway though she was convinced she couldn't eat another bite. "It's good, but I'll be falling asleep standing up if I eat anymore," she said wryly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 13:09:03 GMT -5
::Pietro did not force food upon others, and nodded slightly. He took another couple of bites, before finding his own fill.:: "If you sleep, I won't wake you."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 14:03:50 GMT -5
"You'll leave me to sway on my feet and then fall to the floor?," she asked humorously, picturing that and laughing at her own expense.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 14:04:30 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head slightly; he would not let that happen.:: "I can carry you without you waking."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 14:18:04 GMT -5
"I know, you have before," she pointed out softly, remembering the last time she'd fallen asleep in public. Granted, she'd been drunk, but it amounted to the same thing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 14:24:59 GMT -5
::Pietro remembered that night vividly. He had been honored that she had allowed him to escort her in that painful time. He had set aside his own yearnings for her to be an open ear, anger rose at the way her fiance had betrayed her. The pain had increased two-fold later, with her admission, before she had succumbed to the need to sleep. The morning after had been filled with humiliation, fear that she would regret what happened. Followed by exquisite delight as she asked him to sleep beside her.:: "And I will again."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 4, 2008 21:41:02 GMT -5
She held her hand out to him. "I hope you don't have to." It wasn't a rejection of his help, but the fact that she didn't want any other badness to befall them that made her say it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 4, 2008 21:43:14 GMT -5
::Pietro took her hand in his, stroking with his thumb. He took no rejection in her words. As the waiter came to take their plates, he left the check. With his free hand, Pietro glanced at the bill, and set it down to pay.::
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