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 Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 9:07 am
Blanche realized her mistake as soon as she looked at the menu and saw that half of the dishes were given strange names in Spanish that she had previously not encountered. Had she been any more comfortable in the company of the boisterous Ellie, Blanche probably would have whimpered. Passionately, almost every day, the woman wished that they were back in Japan. Not only was there only one language to learn and keep a hold on, she already knew it! Of course all the poor kids she'd met here already would have a devil of a time trying to pick it up, but that was somewhat immaterial to her.
Spicy sounded appealing, however, so looking at the side of the menu alternate whatever a 'wuss' side was, a manicured finger pointed to a dish at random. "That one." It was almost dangerously close to the aforementioned nine alarm fire dish and should have some considerable kick to it. Kick was good. Kick meant you were alive and everything was going alright. "What do you get?" Curiosity won out, and idly, she wondered if Ellie might be willing to share whatever it was she ordered. Sharing was caring, right? Especially when it came to food! Almost on cue, the pigtailed girl's stomach rumbled delicately and caused her to bite her lip. "Oops."
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 12:57 pm
Gold eyes flickered down to glance at the menu. And then she whistled, as if completely impressed. "Ah, muy caliente, eh chica?" Ellie laughed, because this was about as much as she could show from her two years of Spanish class. Simple, simple phrases. She had technically been taught how to order food in Spanish as well, but that sort of lesson had already managed to leak its way out of the teenager's brain.
"I'm gettin' tacos, nachos, and..." Her finger pointed to the asterisk marked meal. "...that!"
She grinned. "I figger that, whatever I don't finish eatin' 'ere, I'll take home!" The stomach rumble from Blanche either went ignored or just flat out wasn't noticed, for Ellie then went up to the counter and ordered for them. When she finished, money was handed over, change was returned, and the blonde spun around to face the rabbit again.
"Where d'ya wanna sit?" The place wasn't completely empty, but it wasn't booming with business either at the moment. Give the place a couple more hours, and there'd be much more life.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 12:49 am
Peering around the room, ruby eyes lit on the table nearest to the ordering counter. Not only would they be able to see their food immediately, but they could see and hear everyone that came into the place. For Blanche, this was essential, as she could assimilate more data this way. And honestly, the smell was incredible. It was that tingly spicy that slid up your nose and tickled your sinuses, made your jaw clench lightly in anticipation of the pain that would come.
"Here is good, yes?" Beaming, she was already tucking her skirt beneath her thighs like a proper young lady and sitting on the brightly colored plastic and metal seat. "What is muy caliente?" Trying to enunciate the foreign words as best she could, pink rabbit buns tilted lightly with her head as Blanche inspected the spiky blond. "Is that the name of the thing you got? Would it be very rude to ask for a bite?" She was unsure for the etiquette. Always, she'd eaten with her friends and family who shared things, including Ray. What did you do with a complete stranger?
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 1:32 am
It was interesting that she picked a table-table rather than a booth, but it didn't seem to matter too much. Where the pink-haired rabbit sat down all prim and proper, the blonde was a sharp contrast. Instead, she simply pulled the chair up, spun it around backwards, and sat down with the back facing the front. Nothing graceful, and definitely 100% Ellie.
She leaned forward at the question with a flash of teeth pressed into a smile. "Ah, that's right, ya probably don't know much Spanish." With a laugh, she added, "Don't worry, I don't know much either, and I studied it fer 2 years. I can barely order somethin' in Spanish if I really try." Spanglish was the extent of the tomboy's knowledge, which maybe was impressive to a foreigner, but it really wasn't a very big feat at all.
"Anyways, it means very hot when ya say muy caliente. It wouldn't be a bad idea if that was th'name of my meal though, since it really is an accurate description." Since they were waiting, the tomboy began to play around with the various condiments on the table. They had your usual salt and pepper, and a few bottles of various types of hot sauce.
"Well, as long as yer usin' yer own fork t'get that bite, then I don't really care I guess. Jus' don't go b*tchin' t'me if it's too spicy." After all, this wasn't a date or anything.
Pulling the bottle of red sauce up in front of herself and glancing over the back casually, she then seemed to pull out of nowhere some information. "I ain't got a job, an' I go to'school at Meadowview. Guessin' ya wanna 'ear 'bout my hobbies too." Her shoulders shrugged a bit. "I like workin' on cars and motorcycles. Racin' 'em too, but puttin' 'em t'gether is how I spend most'a my free time." The bottle of red sauce got pushed back towards the middle of the table, and a smaller bottle of green sauce got pulled forward for a similar inspection.
"Ya ever ride a motorcycle, kiddo?"
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