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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jul 26, 2010 20:57:57 GMT -5
Fourth week of winter, Year two of Sabrina's reign, thread continued from "Something To Read"
I looked up and chuckled. "So we are!" I opened the door to the cafe and motioned for her to go ahead of me. "Please, after you," I said with a warm smile.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Jul 26, 2010 21:10:28 GMT -5
“Thank you,” I said, slipping inside and waiting for her to join me. I would let her decide where to sit since she’d been here before.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 3, 2010 11:29:24 GMT -5
I stepped in beside her. The cafe was full, as per usual, but as if luck had been on our side, as it was, there was a perfect table, near the centre of the room. I nodded in the direction of it. "It looks like our table awaits us," I grinned, walking towards it with sure, graceful strides.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Aug 6, 2010 1:16:47 GMT -5
I followed her to the table, taking a seat and smoothing my skirts.
“Is there anything here you recommend?” I asked her.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 11, 2010 18:46:32 GMT -5
"Well, they do have this lovely dessert," I said, "the apple blossom they call it. It has apples, crushed walnuts, lavender honey, vanilla, cinnamon and nutmeg in a crusty pastry," I suggested as we were approached by a beautiful male server who set down two menus on our table, but did not stop himself from looking long at the two of us.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Aug 13, 2010 19:11:17 GMT -5
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” I said, letting my eyes roam the menu as I tried to decide which tea to order.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 18, 2010 10:44:44 GMT -5
I nodded t the server, who nodded back and stepped away for a moment, but did not roam too far from our table. I picked up the menu and started to persue it as well.
"And they have a lovely tea, something from Menekhet I believe, with crushed peppermint leaves and rose water and orange blossom. With a spoon of honey it is also quite the treat."
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Aug 19, 2010 13:47:33 GMT -5
“I’m not that fond of peppermint,” I said, looking at the other selections. “I think I shall have something mild so as not to interfere with that dessert, it sounds marvelous. I think the straight morning tea for me. It will be strong but not distracting.”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Aug 24, 2010 11:03:11 GMT -5
I smiled. "That is actually a good idea," I said as I lowered my menu and closed it, "I think I might opt for that instead. You are quite the logical woman, Tabitha," I grinned, leaning my elbow on the table, and my cheek in my palm as I contemplated her.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Aug 25, 2010 1:18:36 GMT -5
“To a fault, I have been told by more than a few,” I said with a wry chuckle. “But thank you.”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Sept 2, 2010 16:12:24 GMT -5
I returned her smile. "You are quite welcome, of course. So, tell me more about yourself," I said, leaning myself on my hand, elbow on the table.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Sept 3, 2010 14:48:18 GMT -5
“What would you like to know?” I asked. The waiter reappeared and I gave him my order.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Sept 7, 2010 11:35:50 GMT -5
Tabitha gave her order and I gave mine as well before turning my attention back to the intriguing woman who sat before me.
"Anything you are willing to divulge, of course. Like how did you become interested in architecture, for starters."
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Sept 7, 2010 17:56:00 GMT -5
“My father is an architect,” I answered with a smile. “I grew up traveling with him to all the sites where his deigns were being built and I have known for as long as I can remember that I too would be an architect.”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Sept 7, 2010 18:28:58 GMT -5
"Ah, so like father, like daughter," I said wtih a grin. "Something passed down from one generation to the next. I can certainly understand that. And what of your mother?"
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Sept 17, 2010 18:33:38 GMT -5
“I do not know my mother,” I said, shaking my head a little. “She left when I was but a fortnight old and I have never met her.”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Nov 15, 2010 17:35:26 GMT -5
I frowned just slightly. "I am sorry to hear that. I suppose you did not hear much about her then."
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Nov 18, 2010 13:54:06 GMT -5
“My father has told me everything I have ever asked about her, but I have not asked much. She was not a part of my life, so she didn’t really matter,” I said, shrugging slightly.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Dec 14, 2010 18:55:55 GMT -5
"Ah, well it is much the opposite in my history. My father... well he did not stay around long, only as long as my mother needed him," I said,simpathy crossing my features.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Dec 16, 2010 22:29:54 GMT -5
“Did you know him at all?” I asked.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Dec 20, 2010 13:05:53 GMT -5
I nodded. "Yes, I knew him for a short while. Very briefly," I chuckled. Perhaps it seemed out of place, but when it came to men and the women in my family, well, they never lasted very long. "And then when mother decided the time was right, I suppose, he just vanished. Perhaps he tried to go back to his Compania," I mused. I, of course, knew this not to be the case, but this was not something to share with strangers. Really, in fact, it was not something I shared with anyone. It was a bit of a family secret.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Dec 20, 2010 20:11:02 GMT -5
Our teas and desserts arrived, the waiter seeming to take longer than perhaps required to set everything out, his eyes moving constantly form one to the other of us.
Finally he withdrew and I looked over my dessert. “Oh, this looks even better than it sounded when you described it,” I said, smiling.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Dec 29, 2010 10:38:16 GMT -5
I grinned when our foods arrived, the waiter looking at us, causing me to raise my brows incredulously at him before he left. I looked at my plate, picking up my fork. "I am glad you like it. You know they say that a great deal of enjoying a food is whether you like how it is presented."
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Dec 29, 2010 17:06:37 GMT -5
“I’ve heard that too, and it always seemed funny to me,” I told her. “It’s like saying half the enjoyment of a painting is how it tastes.”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jan 3, 2011 16:07:59 GMT -5
I laughed, seeing the logic in her words. "Very true," I said before taking a bite of my dish and swallowing it. "Though perhaps one would not enjoy a painting if it were in the middle of a dank, poorly lit, musty gallery with a one-eyed man eyeing you every two seconds. Though I have never tried tasting a painting before," I teased before laughing softly, in fun.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Jan 3, 2011 21:17:34 GMT -5
“Neither have I,” I said, chuckling. “But I do find looking at them enjoyable.” The dessert was delicious and I applied myself to eating it.
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jan 4, 2011 13:01:21 GMT -5
As she spoke I ate. "Me too. It is hard not to admire beautiful things."
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Jan 5, 2011 1:13:42 GMT -5
“Especially if created by someone with true skill,” I said. “I find the ability to repeatedly produce objects of beauty quite impressive.”
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Post by Majia DiNiro on Jan 11, 2011 23:42:04 GMT -5
I nodded. "I agree. And that is how you get masters in an art form. Is it me, or are the number of masters slowly decreasing?" I mused.
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Post by Tabitha d'Armel (R) on Jan 13, 2011 0:35:36 GMT -5
“I don’t know that I can give an objective opinion about that,” I said, thinking. “I have spent so much time with masters in their fields, that I think my view is biased.”
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