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Post by Inara Serra on Sept 15, 2006 10:34:11 GMT -5
She looked up at him, and from how close they were now, she was looking right into his eyes. It sent a pleasant little shiver through her as her brown eyes met his grey ones.
"I was thinking of getting the eggplant parmesan. It's always been a favourite of mine here. It's normally too rich but they do something to it here that makes it lighter."
She inhaled a breath and his scent filled her nose. A mix of sandalwood and sweat, which was very pleasant. All this time she had been wondering what he smelled like, and now that she knew, she was in heaven.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Oct 12, 2006 22:15:08 GMT -5
Do they fry the eggplant? Or do they bake it? *He glanced to her, setting his menu down on the table, crossing his arms above it. He wasn't a big fan of eggplant parmesan. He had been spoiled when he was younger, used to the way his mother cooked it, since she baked it instead of frying it like most. Ever since he really just stayed away from it, since it was never up to par, and because it reminded him a little too much of things he had long sense lost*
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Post by Inara Serra on Oct 12, 2006 22:25:19 GMT -5
Inara thought for a moment. "I believe they bake it, because it's not greasy tasting at all, which I prefer."
At that time, the waiter came over and asked if they were ready to order.
"We are, but I was wondering if the eggplant parmesan is baked or fried?"
"It is baked, ma'am," he said, twirling his pencil in his hand.
Inara smiled. "I'll have that, then." She turned to face Mal. "Are you getting the same thing?"
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Oct 12, 2006 22:28:32 GMT -5
*He glanced to the waiter, a skepticle look on his face. Inara said it was good...and it was baked. That meant atleast he wouldn't be disappointed in that aspect. He nodded his head, scooping up his menu to hand to the waiter*
I'll have the same *He smiled*
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Post by Inara Serra on Oct 12, 2006 22:38:00 GMT -5
"Very good, sir, ma'am," the waiter said as he took their menus. "Would you care for some wine with your meal?"
Inara paled slightly as she looked at Mal. "Do you want some?" she whispered. The waiter was under the assumption that they were a couple. And though it appealed to Inara's mind, she wasn't sure what Mal would have to say about it.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Oct 12, 2006 23:00:19 GMT -5
*Malcolm glanced to Inara. He wasn't quite sure if he could really spare the credits. But he had said he was taking her out to dinner. He wasn't going to cut corners. He knew he had the credits, he just knew he would be watching everything else until the next payday. He smiled, before glancing to the waiter* We would love some.
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Post by Inara Serra on Oct 12, 2006 23:29:08 GMT -5
Inara raised one of her eyebrows at Mal's agreeance to get wine for them. The waiter nodded vigorously and walked away to get the wine for them.
"Why, Mal," she said, unable to stop smiling. "You're loosening up a bit. I almost don't recognise you."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Oct 26, 2006 21:23:31 GMT -5
*He just smirked slightly, shifting to look at the table. He shrugged slightly* Wine sounded nice, is all.
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Post by Inara Serra on Oct 31, 2006 0:16:13 GMT -5
"Sure, sure," she said, winking at him and grinning. She playfully nudged his hand with hers, feeling a small spark of static at the touch, which made her jump a little.
Inara glanced up and was about to say something when she saw Atherton Wing of all people enter the restaurant. Her face paled a little. "Oh go se," she muttered, averting her gaze away from the front, hoping he hadn't seen her.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Oct 31, 2006 14:57:12 GMT -5
*He smiled more, shrugging his shoulders* I swear *He replied, his head glancing to the table, trying to hide his blush that had emerged from her playfullness.
He glanced up when he heard her swear, raising an eyebrow. His head shifted to look in the direction she had been looking towards, and his smile faded. He shifted in his chair, his back straightening, his hands moving to his lap* Well isn't that wonderful....*He muttered under his breath* I suppose you discovered this place when he brought you then?
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Post by Inara Serra on Oct 31, 2006 23:10:09 GMT -5
Inara straightened at his remark, not missing the snark apparent in his voice. "Actually," she began, trying to keep the frostiness out of her tone. "He considered this place to be beneath him. He didn't like coming near the docks if he could help it."
It almost seemed like he was trying to start an argument with her, which was annoying.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Oct 31, 2006 23:22:53 GMT -5
Yes. Ofcourse. The docks were always too good for your clients I suppose *He shifted, glancing back to the table, his arms folding over it, a clear look of annoyance on his face*
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 1, 2006 0:52:11 GMT -5
Inara narrowed her eyes at him. "If it bothers you so much, then why even bring it up at all? It's not my fault he chose to come in here. I have not even spoken to him since you two fought."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 1, 2006 10:11:18 GMT -5
*He said nothing, keeping his glance on the table. It did bother him, it always had, and it was evident to everyone but her most of the time. He bit on the inside of his lip, not knowing really what to say that wouldn't further an arquement.
And he didn't want that*
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 13:38:04 GMT -5
Inara watched Mal as he looked down at the table, trying to not lose her temper. It was not an easy thing to do, seeing as he was the one person who could make her more angry quicker than anyone else.
She didn't say anything, but tapped her finger on the table a few times before folding her hands in her lap.
She couldn't even look at him anymore, because she knew that once she did, everything would come out and there would be the inevitable argument.
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