Post by Shelby on Jun 7, 2017 3:28:11 GMT
"I had already been expecting the worse when you said you got it from a store and not a restaurant," Chardonnay commented, snarky, still looking up at Arthur. "Telling me you made it wouldn't have made much of a different, other than me laughing much earlier." But she knew that that wasn't the complete truth; if Arthur had told her that he made it she would have talked down about the food, just so that she wouldn't have given him that satisfaction even if she was the type f person who always told when a food was good. There was just something about complimenting Arthur that caused a blockade in her mouth, as if her brain was forcing her to not do it. "I'll give you credit for this though. It is... Good. Not great, but good. At least it's edible and not making me want to throw up."
Taking a breath, Chardonnay rose her brows as he talked about his mom's recipes. "Really?" She asked. "Was your mom a cook or something?" She paused for a moment and felt her hands fiddle together. "I'd... Like to see them at some time, if you wouldn't mind." She was interested, and she couldn't deny that. Looking at family recipes gave her insight on a lot of things; how that family ate, and how much passion someone had for food. And she liked to see how creative someone could get with a recipe. It was... Interesting to her. Something that she didn't get to see very often, but having the opportunity to look at authentic Brazilian recipes? That wasn't an opportunity she had very often, and she didn't want to pass off on it.
She heard the last comment he gave her, it only a mere mumble, but she didn't comment on it. Instead she let him go back to his chair after his teasing remark of him wanting to have a kiss as payment for the meal. She snorted at that and when he sat down she said, "What, trying to pull one of my tactics?" She remembered always saying that he had to repay her after one of her testing days and she had him eat something of hers for a book. "Start thinking of your own ideas, ass."
The banter was back, and it was good to have it there instead of actual arguing with actual, deep emotions that left her with tears in her eyes. She started eating back at her stew again, taking the occasional sip of her drink. "Why don't you cook for yourself on a regular basis if you can make this? It's a hell of a lot better than those tv dinners you keep in your freezer."
Taking a breath, Chardonnay rose her brows as he talked about his mom's recipes. "Really?" She asked. "Was your mom a cook or something?" She paused for a moment and felt her hands fiddle together. "I'd... Like to see them at some time, if you wouldn't mind." She was interested, and she couldn't deny that. Looking at family recipes gave her insight on a lot of things; how that family ate, and how much passion someone had for food. And she liked to see how creative someone could get with a recipe. It was... Interesting to her. Something that she didn't get to see very often, but having the opportunity to look at authentic Brazilian recipes? That wasn't an opportunity she had very often, and she didn't want to pass off on it.
She heard the last comment he gave her, it only a mere mumble, but she didn't comment on it. Instead she let him go back to his chair after his teasing remark of him wanting to have a kiss as payment for the meal. She snorted at that and when he sat down she said, "What, trying to pull one of my tactics?" She remembered always saying that he had to repay her after one of her testing days and she had him eat something of hers for a book. "Start thinking of your own ideas, ass."
The banter was back, and it was good to have it there instead of actual arguing with actual, deep emotions that left her with tears in her eyes. She started eating back at her stew again, taking the occasional sip of her drink. "Why don't you cook for yourself on a regular basis if you can make this? It's a hell of a lot better than those tv dinners you keep in your freezer."