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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:48 pm
"I can cook a bit." He admitted. "I mean I'm no five star restaurant, but I can make a mean pizza. Maybe I could cook you up one sometime." He suggested. It was a hell of a gamble, for a woman he didn't even know, and for who, all he knew, was a trick. Maybe even an under-aged girl, the last kind of scandal any adult needed, let alone one who made part of his living teaching.
He debated making a joke about a much gorier path to a mans heart, but decided to avoid that route when he wasn't remotely sure of her sense of humor. He didn't need her to think he was an closet psycho.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 7:31 am
"Ohh homemade pizza? That's a little more impressive." She really had figured he'd meant something a little more.. bachelor in style. Something delivered in a box, or even some super cheap freezer pizza. Dahlia was a girl of slightly more refined tastes.
"I'd absolutely love that" She mused to his offer, idle or not. It would probably never happen, unless he really DID love cats as much as he said, and didn't mind feeding some kitty that showed up at his window. She could dream though! And in the back of her mind were images of him hand feeding her. There might have been some other men in the background too, fanning her with palm leaves as she lounged on a throne of pillows.
"I'm not much of a cook myself but I have some other talents."
There was a moments pause on the line, before she spoke again this time with an obvious tease in her voice. "I've been told I'm very flexible.."
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