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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:55 pm
 Once the food was finished, Eve settled it on a plate and put it in front of him. Smiling she looks up at him to tell him it was finished but froze as she saw the look in his eyes, her cheeks flamed a bright red and she immediately turned back around pretending to busy herself with something else. It was embarrassing having someone stare at her like that, sure she had masters stare at her like that before, but none of them really touched her. She only just reached the age where it was appropriate to do those kinds of things with their masters and lucky for her, before her previous master could get to her, he went bankrupt and had to sell her for some extra cash.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:04 pm
 Zephyr smiles and picks up the hamburger, taking a bite. His eyebrows raise and he nods. "Very good. Mmmm. I haven't eaten this good in a year." He takes another bite, along with some fries. "Very, very good."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:30 pm
 Eve blushes as he compliments her cooking, "Th-Thank you." She turns to him with a smile, "Did you have anything specific in mind for dinner?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 5:37 pm
 Zephyr thinks about this carefully. "MAybe... I haven't had a good taco in a while... can you?" He looks at her, an eyebrow raised. He wouldn't ask her anything she couldn't readily do.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:06 pm
 Eve grins and points to herself, "Foreign food is my specialty, especially when it's Spanish food." She smiles and leans against the counter, "What do you like on your taco? Lettuce? Tomato? Any special sauce?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:29 pm
 "Ah, yes, both. And hot sauce. Very hot." Zephyr, smiling brightly, had almost completely forgotten the fact that he was supposed to be her Master, and not her best friend.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:32 pm
 Evelyn's eyes glint challengingly as her smile turned into a smirk, "I'll make the most spiciest taco in the entire world. When I'm through with you, you're gonna be a my feet croaking for water." She smirked, entirely forgetting he was her master and she was his slave. Two people from entirely different worlds.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:42 pm
 Zephyr grins. "We'll make it a bet then. If you win, and bring me to my knees, I'll let you go. Free as a bird. But, if I win... well, there isn't much I could take from you... oh well. In any event, it will be interesting." He laughs at the prospect of challenging her culinary skill.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:47 pm
 Eve shakes her head, "No deal. Find something you can take from me then." She crosses her arms stubbornly, there's no way they were going to make a bet when he figured she had nothing to pool. Eve didn't really care what it was, as long as it was something she deemed that would equal the same amount as her freedom from slavery. She doubted he could find something that important to her, but if he wanted that spicey taco....
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:55 pm
 Zephyr leans back and ponders the question. After a few minutes of absolute silence, he finally speaks up, his voice clear and strong. "Your absolute submission to me. No complaints, no running away, talking back, none of it. But, because you're already supposed to do that, I'm adding your innocence to the list." He gives her a steady look. "Sound fair?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:01 pm
 Evelyn has a mixture of a cough and a choke at the same time before looking at him quickly, her cheeks a bright shade of red once more, "H-H-How d-d-did you kn-know I'm a v-vi-vir-" She cuts off unable to say it from her embarrassment. She coughs and nods slowly. "Fair," She whispers.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:04 pm
 He couldn't help but chuckle a little at her reaction. "I have good senses." Was his answer. Upon acceptance of this deal, he nods, a savage grin on his face. "Hit me with your best shot. At dinner, of course."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:09 pm
 Nodding, Eve sat down to eat her hot dog as she imagined different ways to spice up the taco. She created a mental map, each one grouped with a different level of hot, she wasn't sure if she had the right tools to work with here for hot sauce. But she'd work with them alright.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:14 pm
 Noticing her space out again, Zephyr flits away without her noticing. He heads to his basement, locking himself inside, and gets down to work researching a cure to his existence. But every time he got going, he wouldn't stop thinking about her. He ended up resigning himself to reviewing notes, rather than actively experiment, so ruined was his concentration.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:24 pm
  Once she zoned back in and noticed Zephyr gone, she stood and did the dishes. She decided to turn into her fox form so she could assess the damage of the place. Her fox pup was much more agile, able to get in smaller crevices that may hide a few dustbunnies or so. Turning into said fox, she scampered around to see where the true mess in the house was, as that would be where she started.
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