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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 25, 2012 23:59:49 GMT -5
He took a seat and she simply followed behind him casually. He placed his books down, but she didn’t bother to take a seat. There was good to get. ”Sit down, sit down, Matthieu,” she insisted. She reached up on her tiptoes and placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down firmly so he would sit. ”Je will take care of things.” She offered him a happily childish smile before skipping off to get food. She grabbed as many different types of pastries as she could. Sweet breads. Flaky breads. Fried breads covered in sugar. Savory breads. Bread made from rice. Circular bread like food covered in maple syrup. She also got some fruit and took cereals. The girl came back shakily trying to balance three trays. But this was food and Michelle was always serious when it came to food. And she made sure it didn’t fall.
Once everything was carefully set on the table, she took her sit and started eating a croissant. ”You want to cook for moi?” She wasn’t someone to turn down food. She took offense to food being wasted. But she didn’t really want him to cook for her. It seemed pretty lazy, and you didn’t keep friends by being lazy. ”Why not together? Friends always do things together. Didn’t you cook with your brother?” she said already assuming she knew the answer. After all, brothers cooked together. She watched the boys in her household cook together.
”Cooking together is always better than alone,” she said with a nod, already determining they would do it together. She kept nodding for awhile then stopped since she didn’t have any more croissants to eat. She moaned as she looked around for something else to eat. She picked up a chocolate covered donut and made a mess all over her face as she inhaled it as fast as she could. These things weren’t things she got to eat for breakfast. This school was great as far as her tummy was concerned.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Feb 8, 2012 6:05:06 GMT -5
Matthew let out a small 'oomph' sound as he was plopped down into one of the chairs, staring at Michelle with a mixture between confusion, intrigue, and complete and utter bafflement. Even as she skipped away to do whoever-knew-what, the same mixed expression remained plastered on his features. What was she up to? Take care of things... What did she mean by that?
Soon enough, the Canadian got his answer, however, in the form of three rather large trays of food. How were they going to eat all of this?! It was so much; but the particular plate of pancakes with syrup caught his eye. "T-thank you, Michelle." grabbing the plate, he offered the girl his thanks and began to eat slowly. Turning his head only to listen to the question that she was asking him.
"W-well, why wouldn't I? Don't friends do that sort of thing for each other?" Matthew defended, though the girl was sharp and quickly posed another question almost right after that. Although, it wasn't a question he felt all too comfortable answering.
The Canadian loved cooking for other people, but as to with other people, he was a bit nervous. Naturally, he hardly ever let Alfred near the stove if he was in the kitchen. Cooking was something their mother did; and as such, was sort of his connection to her. Prehaps a bit on the selfish side to hold something that everyone does once in their life so dear. But, it was something he did nonetheless.
With a small smile, Matthew turned himself to his friend, "S-sometimes, but I usually did all the cooking. I like cooking for my family."
Reaching to the center of the table, the Canadian grabbed a napkin and held it out for Michelle; chuckling a little at the display of food all over her face. Guess she really meant it when she said she liked food. [/blockquote]
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Post by Michelle Brun on Feb 14, 2012 15:05:19 GMT -5
He seemed completely uncomfortable with the question. She blinked a few times as he looked at her. Was there something illogical about what she asked? Friends did things together. Back home, she did things with her friends. They went swimming together and had picnics on the beach. They each brought food to share since most times it seemed impossible to all get together to cook. But they still managed to bring all their talents together. And even though her food was by far the worse, they still ate it and offered tips on how to improve her cooking.
”S-sometimes, but I usually did all the cooking. I like cooking for my family.”
”Hmm. If Je don’t want to cook with moi, Je will not force you, Matheiu,” she said with a pout.
He suddenly reached over and handed her a napkin, forcing her pout to morph into a look of confusion. She took the napkin and looked at it. Was this some odd custom in his country or…something else? She couldn’t really tell. Maybe it was a tissue giving ceremony? She stared at it for awhile before smiling at him and handing him a napkin as well before going back to stuffing food in her mouth. She had gotten through one tray with little help from him.
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