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 Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 8:51 pm
Zemel was, as usual, in the kitchen, fixing a special lunch. One of his friends was coming over! Okay, so to be honest, it wasn't that big of a deal. But he was making it on. He'd already mixed freshly squeezed lemonade, and now he was fixing grilled tillapia with lemon. Yes, someone been watching a bit TOO much Food Network. He was completely unprepared for his friend's arrived; covered in some flower and fish juices, his bright yellow ruffled apron (hey, he borrowed it from Mom!) was sticky with lemon juice and had some oil on it.
Ginger was in the living room, trying to figure out how to do a hand stand. She'd already crashed into the coffee table twice, and had a nice bruise starting to form on her back. But she wasn't one to let injury stop her; no sirree.
Matthias was in the kitchen, watching his nephew, partially impressed and partially amused from the crashing sounds just in the next room.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:11 pm
Miles was cheerfully making his way down the sidewalk towards his friend's house. He'd even brought Zemel a present. He knew the older boy liked cooking, so he'd brought something he thought he'd like. A rather boring, blue plaid apron. It didn't have any fancy design or anything that caught the eye. It was just.. there.
The little oracle plucked up the courage to knock on the door. It was strange, being anywhere close to a graveyard kinda creeped him out. He didn't know why--he didn't mind ghosts. Maybe it was an Oracle thing. Or maybe... it was something else.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:22 pm
Ginger was closer to the the door, so she was the one to answer the door. She flitted over, her feet flying across the carped in a flurry of motion as she ran of, pulling open the door before she fully stopped. "Heya, Miles!" she chirped, giving him one of her bright smiles. "Come on in! We've been waiting for you." she said, hopping back on one foot a couple hops before turning around. "ZEM! Company's here." she called out....even though the lad and the kitchen was in plain view.
Zemel cringed; no, he wasn't ready yet, he wasn't....wait, what was that smell? Someone had forgotten to turn the fish. He quickly turned the fillets, only to find out that it was too late; it was already burnt. Well, at least the lemonade had turned out....and who knew? The tillapia might still be edible and decent....well, one could hope.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:27 pm
Something was wrong with Miles' face. Something was horribly wrong. It suddenly felt hot, as if he had a fever. Only.. Not. He didn't know what... He decided to try and make the best of it. "H-h-hi Ginger." What the heck? Why couldn't he even talk properly? What was wrong? Had he suddenly gotten sick?
He frowned slightly, and spotted Matthias. Once he looked away from Ginger, the sudden fever seemed to melt away. Strange. "Hi, Dad." He said with a smile. If only he knew how creepy he was. He gave the dark haired fae a hug, before going to Zemel's side.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:35 pm
Ginger blinked at the stuttering, but shrugged it of. Hey, boys were weird, so weird things were expected of them. She went back to her task of attempting the handstand, thinking nothing of the boy's behavior.
Matthias took a deep breath. "I am not your father." he said, in as even a tone as he could manage.
Zemel forced a small smile, looking to Miles. "Hello, Miles." he greeted, his tone steady. Bully for him. Ugh, he must look absolutely ridiculous. "Glad you could come over." He looked back down to the burnt meal, trying to decide if it was salvageable or not.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:47 pm
Miles turned to look at the fae, his smile fading slightly. "You will be." He promised. "So...Maybe you should get used to the idea, Dad?" He suggested, before looking back at his friend. "I brought you a present, Zem." He said, and he was quite glad the present was what it was. Yes, he'd noticed the sunshine yellow apron.
"Here." He handed it to Zemel, before...Ah geez, the fever was back. He could literally feel his cheeks going red. "I hope you like it." At least he wasn't having trouble speaking.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:08 pm
Matthias muttered under his breath before vacating the room; more than likely to bother his friend.
Zemel blinked. "You got me a present?" He sounded genuinely surprised. Why would he get a present? It wasn't a holiday or anything, was it? "Thanks, Miles." he said, before opening up the gift and holding it out.
"Oh my gosh, it's an apron!" The very thing he'd been trying to get. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" he said in an outburst of Ginger-ish energy. (Hey, it rubbed off on a person after a while.) He hugged his friend before tearing off the yellow monstrosity, putting on his new blue plaid one. This was SO cool!
"I made lunch for everyone." he said as he started fixing plates. Hopefully, it wasn't too burnt for everyone...
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:21 pm
Miles' blush deepened, to the boy's horror. What was happening to him? Was it a sudden case of the flu? He'd never had any trouble before now... "It's nothing much.." He muttered, before seeing the delight his friend had in the gift. He was surprised, such a simple gift could make someone so happy. 'Maybe', he thought, 'Mom's right about giving presents, it does make people smile. I should do it more often.'
He awkwardly returned his friend's hug. "I'm glad you like it." He said, trying to ignore the blush threatening to move up to his ears. "Lunch?" He looked at the fish. "What is it?" He asked, curious.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 1:35 pm
Like it? Zemel couldn't have been happier. "Well, it's supposed to be tillapia with lemon..." he said, looking at it. "It got a little burnt, though..." Okay, so a little was an understatement, but...it could have been worse. "I think it might still be good, though." Which translated into "I don't want to waste all this food!"
Ginger came in, opening the door to the fridge. "Zem, where's the lemonade you made? I'm thirsty." she said, looking through the fridge's contents.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 1:46 pm
Miles looked at the fish. Well, whatever tillapia was, it was a kind of fish. And he guessed it was a fancy kind, because he'd never heard of it before. "It looks okay." He said, untruthfully. He was trying to reassure his friend, pushing the bluntness away from his mind. No, it didn't look okay. It didn't look edible. It didn't even smell very good.
The oracle sighed. His cheeks were growing hot again, just at the sight of Ginger. He turned to face Zemel. "You made lemonade?" He asked, trying to distract himself from said pretty girl.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 2:35 pm
Zemel looked at Miles. "You think so?" he asked, sounding surprised. Honestly, the burnt excuse for food looked FAR from okay...but maybe it wasn't that by? Maybe he was just bying hypercritical. Yeah, that had to be it. He looked over at Ginger, chuckling. "Right here." He said, motioning to the pitcher that sat on the counter top. He looked back to Miles, nodding. "Yep! It's fresh squeezed, too." he said, his tone proud. Well, at least something had turned out.
Ginger walked over, nabbing the pitcher and a glass out of the dish rack. "Thanks, Zem." she said, grinning as she poured a glass. She leaned against the counter, smiling at the two males.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 3:36 pm
Miles nodded, how ever blunt he was, he couldn't bring himself to hurt his friend's feelings. And it looked okay... for a burnt piece of fish, it really did. He was okay with it, if eating it made Zemel happy. Anyway, if it was that bad, he'd eat a PB&J when he got home. Homemade peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches. Bliss.
At least, in the 3rd grader's eyes. "I bet the lemonade's good." He said, trying to encourage his friend. It would help wash down the fish, too.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:21 pm
Zemel smiled slightly, even though he had a hunch that his friend wasn't being a hundred percent truthful with him. "Um...we can have something else to eat, though. Not sure we should eat burnt fish." he offered, smiling lightly. "Um....who wants grilled cheese?"
"Me!" Ginger said, immediatly shooting her hand up into the air. She took a grin of the lemonade, grinning. "Yeah, Miles. It's good." she said, nodding. Though, personally, if she'd made it, she'd added more sugar. Like a bag more of it; reducing it to sugar water with a bit of lemon. But, Brother's was good as well.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 10:18 am
Now grilled cheese sounded much better than any burnt fish. "Me too!" Miles said, almost too eagerly. Yes, one could tell that he'd been lying about the fish being okay. He took a glass, and filled it with lemonade.
He took a sip, and smiled. There wasn't really a way you could mess up lemonade. Unless you put too much sugar in it, or too little. Zemel's was just right. "This is good." He complimented. "Um. Where did Matthias go?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:13 pm
Zemel smiled, setting the fish aside....his poor, unloved fish. "Thanks." he responded, busying himself as he moved about the kitchen, getting the bread, butter, and a couple different cheeses. "He probably went to check on Nattie or to bug Mom." he answered, cutting slices off one block of the cheeses. "Why do you- HEY!" Zemel was distracted as Ginger snatched a couple slices of cheese, quickly jumping back. "Those are for the sandwiches!"
Ginger let out a delighted little giggle, munching on one of the slices happily despit her brother's protests. "Want one?" she asked, offering the other to Miles with a small little grin. "It's pretty good. I think it's asiago or something; who knows?"
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