Mene
Alba was putting the finishing touches on her appearance ahead of date night with Sven. Despite the weather being beautiful and warm, he'd planned tonight's date at his own alcove. Alba assumed this meant he was also planning something more...intimate...for after dinner, so didn't think much of it, though it did cause her to put a little extra something into her styling.
She'd arranged her curls into a half-up half-down style, secured with pins. Her long tail she made sure was brushed smooth, though it did curl on the end also. She washed her face and dabbed on a subtle perfume on her neck.
Finally satisfied, she picked up the cloth-lined basket she'd prepared earlier. It had both a bottle of wine (sourced from Breeheart) and a small keg of cider (from Mojo's) tucked inside, as Sven had insisted on keeping tonight's menu a surprise. Alba liked surprises, so this suited her just fine. She gave one last glance over her alcove to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything, then left for Sven's place.
She'd arranged her curls into a half-up half-down style, secured with pins. Her long tail she made sure was brushed smooth, though it did curl on the end also. She washed her face and dabbed on a subtle perfume on her neck.
Finally satisfied, she picked up the cloth-lined basket she'd prepared earlier. It had both a bottle of wine (sourced from Breeheart) and a small keg of cider (from Mojo's) tucked inside, as Sven had insisted on keeping tonight's menu a surprise. Alba liked surprises, so this suited her just fine. She gave one last glance over her alcove to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything, then left for Sven's place.
Dai
Sven's preparations were -impeccable-, if he did say so himself.
His house had been damn near polished to a shine and lightly decorated with fresh, seasonal flowers and candles that were presently lit and filling the room with a soft, sweet-floral scent. The cutlery was pristine, the table settings perfectly aligned with matching mats, plates, and bowls. Cloth napkins were ornately folded just above them. There was a stone holder filled with ice, already slightly melted (that had been a pain to source) for whatever drink Alba had chosen to bring - Sven presumed a wine. She did so love a nice wine. Beside it was a clear jug filled with freshly-pressed citrus-and-fruit juice for variety.
He, himself, was also washed with a soap smelling of goat's milk and oil, his hair already dried and brushed down. Not a speck of dirt was to be seen.
The loveseat had a simple blanket strewn on it, the first Alba had given him. Intentional, of course. Some warmer ones for layering were precisely folded on an end table easily in reach.
In the kitchen was dinner, a dual feat between himself and his colleagues (and soon-to-be brother-ish-in-law). To start, a fresh lettuce salad topped with small tomatoes, cucumber, and some citrus slices and chopped nuts, lightly dressed with an oil vinaigrette. Following this he'd bring out a rich butternut squash soup, topped with a dollop of goat's cream and freshly-cracked pepper, and paired with a buttery dinner roll. Then the main course, large potabello and button mushrooms simply stuffed with all sorts of delicious bits - still vegetarian, of course. His handmade desert of apple pie tarts with cream, almost meticulously-rustic by design, would finish the meal.
Once satiated, that was when he'd actually handle the main course. He glanced towards his bedroom, a single, white flower still visible, and closed the door.
Yes. Everything was perfect.
His house had been damn near polished to a shine and lightly decorated with fresh, seasonal flowers and candles that were presently lit and filling the room with a soft, sweet-floral scent. The cutlery was pristine, the table settings perfectly aligned with matching mats, plates, and bowls. Cloth napkins were ornately folded just above them. There was a stone holder filled with ice, already slightly melted (that had been a pain to source) for whatever drink Alba had chosen to bring - Sven presumed a wine. She did so love a nice wine. Beside it was a clear jug filled with freshly-pressed citrus-and-fruit juice for variety.
He, himself, was also washed with a soap smelling of goat's milk and oil, his hair already dried and brushed down. Not a speck of dirt was to be seen.
The loveseat had a simple blanket strewn on it, the first Alba had given him. Intentional, of course. Some warmer ones for layering were precisely folded on an end table easily in reach.
In the kitchen was dinner, a dual feat between himself and his colleagues (and soon-to-be brother-ish-in-law). To start, a fresh lettuce salad topped with small tomatoes, cucumber, and some citrus slices and chopped nuts, lightly dressed with an oil vinaigrette. Following this he'd bring out a rich butternut squash soup, topped with a dollop of goat's cream and freshly-cracked pepper, and paired with a buttery dinner roll. Then the main course, large potabello and button mushrooms simply stuffed with all sorts of delicious bits - still vegetarian, of course. His handmade desert of apple pie tarts with cream, almost meticulously-rustic by design, would finish the meal.
Once satiated, that was when he'd actually handle the main course. He glanced towards his bedroom, a single, white flower still visible, and closed the door.
Yes. Everything was perfect.
Mene
Alba knocked twice and then entered, as was her custom. And she was promptly speechless. Well, almost. "Svennnn," she said with stars in her eyes. She crossed the room and gave him his kiss on the cheek. "You really outdid yourself today," she said. "This must have taken hours!" Her heart felt warm and fuzzy. He always made her feel so special and cared for.
She set her basket down and got out the wine and the cider. "You even got ice?" She asked, amazed. She offered him the bottle to place where he wanted it. Everything was, like her Sven, meticulously arranged.
She set her basket down and got out the wine and the cider. "You even got ice?" She asked, amazed. She offered him the bottle to place where he wanted it. Everything was, like her Sven, meticulously arranged.
Dai
Sven had just enough time to double check that the bedroom door was closed and walk away from it after hearing Alba's two knocks, and he nodded in agreement with her statement. "How astute as always - cleaning was 3 and a half hours, while the food was prepped yesterday and finished not so long ago." He was glad that she noticed the efforts he went for, even the smallest things. Though, even if she hadn't thanked him, her smile would have made it all worth it.
He accepted the wine and decorked it before placing it in the ice to keep cool, at the best of angles. Once it, too, was perfect, he walked back over and returned her kiss with one of his own. "I wanted to make today special."
He accepted the wine and decorked it before placing it in the ice to keep cool, at the best of angles. Once it, too, was perfect, he walked back over and returned her kiss with one of his own. "I wanted to make today special."
