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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 25, 2009 0:06:31 GMT -5
My smiled widened, pleased she’d enjoyed it as well.
“Would you like to try something else?” I asked, not sure how hungry she still was.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 25, 2009 11:25:15 GMT -5
"There is still the one- would it not be rude to not take at least a small bite?" I asked, wanting to have the cultural mores of the society correct so I would make fewer mistakes "And it does look as good as the other things."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 26, 2009 22:47:06 GMT -5
I wasn’t sure which of the two remaining desserts she was referring to. “Which one would you like to taste?” I asked with a smile.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 27, 2009 0:12:30 GMT -5
"the one with the nuts," I replied, pointing to a pastry with an almond in it. "Unless you recommend otherwise."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 27, 2009 0:24:11 GMT -5
“If that one looks best to you then that’s the one you should have,” I said, smiling and setting a serving in front of her. “I think I’ll have a profiterole, I like chocolate.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 27, 2009 13:54:29 GMT -5
"Chocolate?" I asked curiously. "What is that?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 27, 2009 15:52:31 GMT -5
Selecting one of the profiteroles, I held it up and showed her the chocolate that had been drizzled on top. “This is chocolate.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 27, 2009 20:41:50 GMT -5
"It looks like a type of this sauce," I replied. "It is a sweet thing?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 27, 2009 22:26:03 GMT -5
“Yes, but it can be hardened and made in candies and other things. It can be a little bitter or very sweet. This is sweet,” I explained, offering her the chocolate to taste.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 28, 2009 7:18:26 GMT -5
With a slight flush I took what he offered between my delicately tapered fingers and then took a bite. The flavor was strong but sweet and very rich. My expression showed surprise and pleasure and I barely remembered to put my hand over my mouth as I chewed and swallowed. "It is very different from anything else I've ever tasted."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 28, 2009 12:55:15 GMT -5
I grinned wide, pleased beyond measure at her enjoyment. “Yes, it is very different. And as I said, it can be made into many different things. There is even a warm chocolate drink they make here.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 29, 2009 14:20:51 GMT -5
"A drink? It would very- thick," I commented thoughtfully. "And so sweet."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 29, 2009 18:25:07 GMT -5
“It is usually thinned with milk, water or another liquid, and the chocolate isn’t always this sweet. Sometimes it is actually rather bitter,” I said, smiling.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 29, 2009 18:53:43 GMT -5
"I am more used to bitter things- or bitter things with honey," I said with a small laugh of understanding. "If this chocolate were so sweetened in a drink it would be like drinking honey, yes?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 29, 2009 19:01:17 GMT -5
“Yes, it can be very sweet,” I agreed with a smile. “It is good on the pastry though, yes?”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 30, 2009 6:31:44 GMT -5
"Yes," I replied with a nod, laying the pastry down delicately to take a sip of wine- it was really a very rich meal and I could feel my blood grow warm with wine and good company. "But this chocolate is not your favorite?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 30, 2009 10:33:10 GMT -5
“No. I like some forms better than others, but the natillas are my favorite,” I answered.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 30, 2009 11:11:24 GMT -5
Nodding in understanding I picked up the almond dessert before me delicately and took a small bite, then set it aside. Once I'd swallowed I took another sip of wine. "I think the food from Aragonia is almost the best there is in the world."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 30, 2009 11:20:28 GMT -5
A flush of pride moved through me at her words and I inclined my head in thanks as I smiled.
“You honor both me and my homeland,” I said. “Those are very kind words and I am pleased to know you enjoyed the meal.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 31, 2009 1:21:54 GMT -5
"Thank you," I replied with a small nod of my own, since I couldn't curtsy while sitting. My words seemed to have pleased him and my skin flushed with my own pleasure at that fact.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 31, 2009 12:59:54 GMT -5
“Are you ready to go or would you like an after dinner cordial?” I asked.
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Post by Olga Romanova on May 31, 2009 16:44:35 GMT -5
"I do not think any more to drink would be good," I replied with a warm smile. "I am ready when you are."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on May 31, 2009 17:01:41 GMT -5
I withdrew enough to pay for the meal and leave a very generous tip for the staff and laid it on the table.
Then I rose and went to hold her chair for her as she stood, smiling the whole time.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Jun 1, 2009 14:17:22 GMT -5
Nodding in understanding and flushing in pleasure at his manners I rose gracefully, smoothing down my skirts in one quick motion and stepping aside to be out of the way.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Jun 1, 2009 15:08:18 GMT -5
I pushed her chair in and then offered her my arm with a smile.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Jun 1, 2009 22:07:41 GMT -5
With a wider smile I took his arm politely and waited for him to lead me out before I said anything further about the evening and complimented him so- it wouldn't be seemly at all.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Jun 1, 2009 22:11:57 GMT -5
I led her through the restaurant and outside.
“Shall I call for your carriage?” I asked, not wanting to press her for more time if she wanted to return home.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Jun 1, 2009 23:12:45 GMT -5
I thought for a moment- it would certainly not be seemly for us to spend too much time in private with each other as company. Still, it would be rude to refuse, at least for now. "What were you thinking of, Principe?" I asked in a conversational tone.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Jun 1, 2009 23:15:38 GMT -5
“Perhaps a walk to the end of the street? Have your carriage meet us there?” I suggested.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Jun 2, 2009 14:04:58 GMT -5
"That sounds like a good plan," I agreed, looking for my carriage and then nodding in their direction and gesturing for them to meet me once I stopped.
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