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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 15, 2009 17:53:49 GMT -5
“Yes,” I confirmed, pleased to see her so eager. I motioned to the server as I asked Olga, “Is there a particular type of dessert you like? They have quite a selection here.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 15, 2009 19:12:25 GMT -5
"I do not know what desserts there are," I replied with a small laugh. "But whatever you choose will be perfect."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 15, 2009 19:20:03 GMT -5
“I’ll order a selection again, that way hopefully I’ll find something you really like,” I said with a wide smile.
Looking at the server, I ordered profiteroles filled with crème and drizzled in chocolate, two small almond cakes, two orders of natillas – a cold custard crème with lots of cinnamon, and pears soaked in red wine. The server cleared the table and then hurried away.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 15, 2009 19:40:36 GMT -5
Smiling as he ordered- either the desserts had very long names or he ordered a great deal again- I thought on how obliging he was. "What is your favorite dessert?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 15, 2009 23:28:26 GMT -5
“Natillas,” I answered with a smile. “It’s one of the things I ordered. What is your favorite?”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 16, 2009 15:29:16 GMT -5
"I enjoy kisiel- it is fruits and wine thickened with arrowroot until it becomes a little- firm," I replied, having a moment of thought on the last word as it could be easily interchanged with a number of others.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 16, 2009 20:52:59 GMT -5
“That sounds wonderful,” I said, smiling. There was a good chance then that she would enjoy the pears then if nothing else.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 17, 2009 9:17:18 GMT -5
"It is a very sour thing sometimes- but it is good," I agreed. "I will make it for you if you think you would like it."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 17, 2009 12:24:11 GMT -5
“I would love to try it, thank you,” I said, smiling happily.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 17, 2009 12:33:49 GMT -5
"Then if you ever see fit to dine at my home I will be sure to serve it- or whenever else you like," I said in a pleased tone.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 17, 2009 12:58:25 GMT -5
“I would be honored to dine at your home whenever you wish,” I told her, still smiling.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 17, 2009 13:19:28 GMT -5
"I would have to ask my brother when he would allow such an occasion but I do not think he would mind," I replied, smiling more warmly.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 17, 2009 15:34:04 GMT -5
“You brother seems reasonable, I hope he agrees,” I told her.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 17, 2009 15:45:01 GMT -5
"I think he will, if only to see me enjoying myself," I replied serenely. "Though you will likely have to meet him."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 17, 2009 16:05:25 GMT -5
“You make that sound a little ominous,” I said, chuckling.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 17, 2009 16:24:55 GMT -5
"He is my brother but I know my younger brothers find him and myself intimidating in some times," I replied, then laughed lightly. "But my brothers are very good."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 17, 2009 20:26:45 GMT -5
“That’s a relief,” I said, with a grin. The desserts began to arrive then and my smile grew as I looked over the delightful selection.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 17, 2009 22:19:33 GMT -5
The desserts all looked very good and I was a bit surprised- in Ruskovia the variety wasn't quite so good as this. "This is very nice."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 18, 2009 1:38:39 GMT -5
“Do you want to know what each one is or do you want to just try and decide what you like best?” I asked her.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 18, 2009 8:19:13 GMT -5
"I would like to know what they are if you do not mind telling me," I replied calmly. "Then perhaps I can think of ways to make them as well."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 18, 2009 14:44:26 GMT -5
“These are almond cakes, these are pears soaked in red wine,” I told her, pointing to each one. Next I pointed to the round pastry rounds “These are profiteroles, they are filled with crème and that’s chocolate drizzled on top. And the last is natillas – it’s a cold crème custard with lots of cinnamon.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 18, 2009 17:25:11 GMT -5
"It all sounds very- wonderful?" I replied, my inflection on the last word to make sure that it was the one I intended to say. "Yes, wonderful. What should we start with, Eduardo?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 18, 2009 23:33:25 GMT -5
“Whatever you like,” I said, smiling. “I will likely save my natillas for last since it’s my favorite.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 18, 2009 23:55:20 GMT -5
"Then perhaps- the pears?" I asked speculatively. "I have only had those rarely."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 19, 2009 12:48:09 GMT -5
“I thought you might like those after you told me about your favorite dessert,” I said with a smile, picking up the two glasses and setting one in front of each of us.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 19, 2009 20:51:29 GMT -5
"You are very gracious to think of me so," I replied, flirting just a little with my lashes thought it was so subtle most people would miss it. It was a harmless enough thing.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 20, 2009 0:08:26 GMT -5
I felt a little flush as she flirted subtly, my smile growing.
“I am finding that I rather like thinking of things to please you,” I told her.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 20, 2009 8:11:04 GMT -5
"And I hope my small gestures cause you happiness as well," I replied, noting the flush on his cheeks.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 20, 2009 13:07:46 GMT -5
“They do, trust me, they do,” I replied, smiling.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 20, 2009 22:25:09 GMT -5
"I wish I knew the Aragonian language more well, then I would not have to interrupt you so often with questions," I said softly, then took a small bite of the poached pear and nearly moaned aloud at the taste; the fact that I'd almost made such an indiscreet sound made me blush nearly scarlet. "What is this dish called again? I will remember better this time."
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