Deux [Video]

[sororite]

[France looks mildly put out, staring at the mirror, before giving a tense smile.] So those caves... If they're so dangerous, I don't suppose we should consider staying out of them, rather than running into danger so willingly? To those so eager to investigate, good luck, and let those of us not nearly as brave know of anything interesting you find. [Despite her words, France is fairly curious herself. But why risk her own safety when it seems others are going anyway?]

In the meanwhile... If any of you belles femmes would like some more peaceful company, I am always willing to oblige. Déjeuner? Une conversation? I am a social creature, I admit.

[OOC: Bit of an edit considering the mod post that came just after this, but if anyone wants to have the new necessities arrive a while into a thread in this post and then go explore them with France, I totally support that.]

Comments

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

That's just what the Queen WANTS us to do, Francois.

(Her smirk is kind of working at odds with what she's saying.)

[sororite]

Just France is fine, chèrie, Marianne if you insist. And she wants us to have pleasant lunches with beautiful company? How sweet of her.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

And from just coffee to reenacting some of the contents of the library, honestly. A wise man once said about your country that Americans feared that good food and conversation might lead to even more pleasure, and that your people knew it for a fact.

[sororite]

A very wise man indeed, then. I hope you're not expecting me to deny it.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

If crude, sometimes. Frankly, if people were less afraid of that shit the world would be a better place.

You know what? I can cook some stuff I learned from my... from Before and we can have a chat. Don't expect it to get too far beyond that, though.

[sororite]

Love makes the world go round, chèrie~ Sex is a part of that.

So many people offering me food today... It's a nice change. Very well, but I can't promise not to try.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

It's not that I wouldn't be flattered, it's that I'm taken.

...Or would be, if I was home.

[sororite]

Hm~ I see. I understand perfectly, chèrie, don't worry. [S-Still not going to promise she won't try.]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Lessee what kind of home cookin' I can make.

[And we'll see how long her resolve lasts until... oh, just after the 18th birthday that should kill her, canonically, WTF Bliss Stage.]

[sororite]

If you need help, I'm some what talented in the kitchen myself. [This is actually her being modest. No, really.] Should I come now?

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Depends on how much you cribbed from Viet Nam, honestly. Or we could...

Huh. How many people here can cook all that well?

[sororite]

I'll have you know I taught him- her everything she knows. [Okay, that's mostly a lie.]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Bullshit. You taught her pretty much half of what she knows. My old place did the rest and you know it.

[Her smile is friendly enough.] Mind, they took your bread recipes and dairy and RAN with them, which counts for a lot, but still.

[sororite]

Fine. I taught her the best of what she knows. [But also smiling in a friendly fashion.]

My pastries are magnifique, I agree.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

You taught her how to make squid with lemongrass now? [Grinning.]

[sororite]

Don't try to be clever. Is that what we're having then?

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Being clever's the only weapon I have.

And just an old Hunan treatment for the fowl running around here.

[sororite]

Sounds lovely, mademoiselle.