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 Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 8:34 pm
"Ooh, for me? I'd love it! Of course, I won't take it yet because it needs time to dry a bit more." It seemed that she had gotten excited out of the blue, but she did like talented artists even if she had to press her face close in order to see the paintings and sculptures of such brilliant artists. The intellectual in her loved the unique views that artists provided on the things that she thought about. Deaf or not, this Bneut was worth spending time on an abandoned island with so long as he didn't do anything to mess it up.
"And I'd love to see some more detailed pieces! Of course, at another time. No need to go get them now." She was acting like her little sister. Fernand would yell at her for being so bubbly, and certainly she would yell at herself. Put a lid on it, Esmée!
(( *is having way too much fun right now* I had no idea that artists would make her become so bouncy. xD! She seems to be calming now, though. ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 9:27 pm
Bneut smiled, Esmee was acting a bit like his sister. He gently sat the painting down, letting it have time to dry. "I'd be glad to show you some of my work." Bneut said, leaning on the arm closest to Esmee. It was a moment before he realized that her attitude had changed from when she had first come down the beach, and he quickly shook his head clearing the wandering mind of such questions. "Esmee, wou-would you like to have breakfast?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 9:56 pm
Telling herself to put a lid on it had worked--and thank the Guardians in her eyes. Esmée had become significantly calmer. He was a very talented artist from what she had just seen him make, but that did not mean she needed to make a fool of herself over it. Now that she knew, she could stop being so bouncy... Her name was not Aysu, it was Esmée, and therefore, she should act like Esmée! "Breakfast? I would enjoy breakfast. What did you bring?"
Hopefully, he had good taste in food, too. So far, he seemed to have good taste in everything else. She let out one last calming breath before laying herself in the sand. Bneut could still see her mouth from here, right? Esmée had always liked laying in the sand on the beaches she so loved.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:24 pm
Bneut smiled, surpressing a giggle as he looked, at her as she agreed to breakfast. "I wasn't sure what you would like so I brought a variety of things." He said, standing up to get the basket he had brought with so they could eat. "I think most of it is still warm.. I got the recipes from my mother so th-" Bneut looked up from digging things out of the basket, blinking as he noticed her laying in the sand. He wasn't sure what it was that intrigued him so much about the way she was positioned. It was either his artists mind kicking in again or it could have been his male mind. "ey should be good." He finished, hoping that Esmee didn't notice the pause.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 7:49 am
"A variety's always good. Lets one learn about more types of foods." She sighed in content, looking up at the bright skies. Something was always so peaceful about the beach, something not even Esmée the genius could put her finger on. Perhaps it was the sounds of the waves, or the vastness of the sky, or the solitude she had at this beach with just one other with her.
In any case, her thoughts kept her from noticing his pause. She only caught the end of his sentence. "Oh? Well, I'd sure hope so." Hopefully, he was as good of a cook as he was an artist. Despite all of her brilliance, Esmée still could not cook a proper meal and was banned from ever going near an oven or stove again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 8:10 am
Bneut gave a silent sigh of relief, glad to know she didn't notice the pause. "I can't brag about my cooking skills, but my family seems to enjoy it." He said, laying out a blanket before fully unpacking the basket. Bneut smiled, he was sure he hadn't messed anything up in the cooking. "Variety in life is a good thing, for more than just food." the flower said, chuckling a bit.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 1:33 pm
"I don't know your family, but it's usually a good sign when people don't complain about the food." With a chuckle, Esmée winked at him. She could probably trust the food to be good, then. Hopefully it would be good types of food as well, but Esmée's insatiable curiosity would probably allow her to eat anything that tasted a bit strange anyway. "They say that variety is the spice of life. I'm not sure how long that holds true, but it certainly seems to be true from my observation thus far." She had to admit, Bneut must have been a good lip-reader to keep up with her strings of words that came near rambling at times.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 1:53 pm
Bneut smiled, not catching the last of what she had said. Though he had been deaf since shortly after he became a child he was still trying to learn how to read lips. He still missed a lot though. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch the last part." Bneut said, looking at her again. The blanket was set, and he wasn't distracted anymore. "At the very least if there aren't complaints about ones cooking then it should be decent."
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 4:57 pm
"Oh, that's alright. I said that it certainly seems true from my observation thus far." Well, he was pretty good at lip-reading, but not stellar yet. Ah well. It was always better to start from a young age, so he would eventually pick it all up. She gave him a moment to process what she said before thinking of something else to say, but he already said something.
She winked. "Oh, indeed, unless those people felt the need to be extraordinarily nice." With a grin, she turned on her stomach in the sand and watched him. Hopefully, his cooking was truly as good as his family said it was. Families could sometimes be all too nice to their younger members when it came to assessing their talents, but it seemed like they would be trustworthy enough. Esmée hoped.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 5:05 pm
Bneut caught what she had said the second time, offering her one of the various dishes. "What would you like to try first? The eggs? Ham? Pancakes?" He had indeed brought a large variety of food, the only thing that he was sure would go bad if not eaten soon. If it came to neither of them wanting eggs they could leave them for the other inhabitants of the small isle.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 7:59 pm
Ooh. Those all sounded rather good. What did she want? Eggs, ham, pancakes... it sounded like he had brought a gourmet breakfast! "I'd kind of like them all, actually." She snickered, winking at him. "I've always enjoyed all of those foods, especially when getting to eat them for a pleasant breakfast." Hopefully, he had cooked the food so well that it would feel like a gourmet breakfast. She'd have to see.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 8:28 am
Bneut chuckled, handing Esmee a plate with some of everything on it. He himself took a plate with everything but the meat. "Hopefully it meets decent standards." He said smiling. He did hope that the meal was decent, it was the least he could do for her since Esmee was such a wonderful model for his paintings.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 12:46 pm
"Thank you, Bneut," chirped Esmée, taking the plate. It all smelled well and good, so at least it was edible even if it wasn't gourmet. The next test was tasting it. She cut a pancake and brought it to her mouth and sniffed it before putting it in her mouth and chewing. Soon, a smile crossed her face and she went to get more. So the food wasn't the absolute best thing she had ever tasted, but Bneut wasn't a gourmet chef, either. Plus, it was better than anything Esmée could ever make...
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 1:43 pm
Bneut chuckled a bit more, "I'm glad you like my cooking then Esmee." He said, taking a bite of pancake. It was probably one of the better batches he had made. At least he knew that the fruit was ripe, as he had picked them from the last of his mother's garden. "Would you like some fruit?" Bneut offered, holding a container of various berries and an apple or two. He may not be able to cook well, but he knew his fruit.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 2:15 pm
Fruit? Esmée was never the fondest of fruits, and would probably rather the cooking, but she couldn't help being curious as to the taste of these fresh fruits. "Sure." The intellectual shrugged, offering her plate for Bneut to put some fruit on. Hopefully, it was delicious and not horrible like most fruit seemed to be. Then again, she had never had fresh fruits...
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