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Post by leahsy on Sept 8, 2013 11:12:39 GMT -6
OoC: Hey that's okay! I can get like that too sometimes  BiC: Emeli Chanceller Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh! I forgot all about it!" She jumped up from the table quickly, nearly running into some customers. She mumbled hasty apologies, dashing into the kitchen. The spaghetti was, indeed, quite ready, so she dished it out into a bowl and put the marinara on top. Then, she slid the pot off of the stove and dumped it into a sink. Turning back to the bowl of pasta, she tapped her finger against her chin absently. It was missing something...but what? She bit her lip, then ran once more to the cabinet, where a small tube of Parmesan cheese was stored. She flicked some on top of it, then on an afterthought, added a small sprig of parsley on the side. She put the bowl on one of the trays, then carried it out on her arm. "Here you go," she mumbled, setting it in front of her. "Sorry about that." |
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Post by Lets_Eat_Paste on Sept 11, 2013 23:16:46 GMT -6
Gwendoline Fontaine
Emeli clasped her hands over her mouth and moved so quickly that Gwen couldn’t recognize words through her accent. But she was off like a bullet and disappeared, kitchen doors swinging freely behind her. Just as quickly as she bolted off, Emeli was back, steaming spaghetti resting precariously on her arm. "Here you go," she mumbled, setting it in front of her. "Sorry about that."
“No apology needed, this look delicious.” Gwen picked up her fork and licked her lips, letting the aromatic steam fill her eager nostrils. She looked up at Emeli. “Well sit down… No one is in a hurry to get their food. I’m practically the only customer as is.”
Gwen took a bite, slurping a noodle up playfully like a child. “I hate to eat in front of you, Emeli. So… What do you want?”
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Post by leahsy on Sept 15, 2013 20:50:08 GMT -6
Emeli Chanceller
She shrugged. She'd met customers plenty more rude, and seen them do a lot ruder things. "What do I want? Um," she glanced off. "I'm not really that hungry," she said sheepishly. Out of habit, she pulled out her brown-eagle-decorated phone. Glancing up from it, she asked, "Are you a Harry Potter fan?"
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Post by Lets_Eat_Paste on Oct 5, 2013 14:05:24 GMT -6
Gwendoline Fontaine
"I'm not really that hungry," Emeli admitted, but those words were never an excuse in the Fontaine-Blau household. Unless you were sick or allergic, if a Fontaine offered you food, you accepted. Everyone is always hungry in the eyes of a Fontaine. The waitress pulled out her phone and glanced, up to make small with "Are you a Harry Potter fan?"
Gwendoline stared in shock for a moment before speaking. “I’m sorry, but how can you think of Harry Potter at a time like this? You aren’t hungry? What does that mean ‘not hungry’? I do this for a living—cooking, I mean—and I refuse to accept ‘I’m not really that hungry’ as an excuse. I insist you eat something. My treat.”
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Post by leahsy on Oct 6, 2013 8:58:29 GMT -6
Emeli Chanceller
She blushed a bit and bit her lip. "Um, alright." She flicked through the menu in her head, then decided she'd make something quickly. After all, the customer was always right. "I'll be right back; call if you need anything," she said, quickly sliding out of the booth. What harm could a salad do, anyway?
She strode into the kitchen, throwing a handful of lettuce, berries, and croutons into a dish, then drizzling some dressing on top. "There," she mumbled, and brought it outside the kitchen, feeling a bit foolish as she sat down.
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Post by Lets_Eat_Paste on Oct 13, 2013 11:21:23 GMT -6
Gwendoline Fontaine
Emeli seemed resistant, but finally stood, taking her pen and pan with her. Gwen wasn’t leaving until this woman was fed, so when she left and disappeared once more behind the swinging doors, Gwen leaned back in her seat, glad that another mouth was being fed on her watch.
While Emeli was gone, Gwen shoveled the rest of the spaghetti in her mouth. She was hungrier than she thought. Eating for two was certainly a difficult feat. When Emeli returned, the spaghetti was gone and Emeli sat before her with a determined ”There,” and a prepared salad. Gwen smiled. A salad wasn’t much, but it was food. And that was good enough for Gwen.
“Thank you, mon cherie. Glad you’re eating.” Gwen made her way through her three drinks as Emeli made her way through her salad. Gwen looked at her watch casually.
“Oh f*ck!” she exclaimed, pulling out her wallet. “I’m supposed to pick my son up. Here,” she threw a fistful of bills down on the table—an immense amount more than the two meals were worth—and stood. “Keep the change. It was great meeting you. Here’s my husband’s card so you can call the house anytime you need something or if you want to be buy art or something. You’ve been a great waitress.” And she whipped around the corner, her fly-away hair billowing out around her as she exited to pick up Leopold, hoping Emeli would call sometime.
OoC: That should be a wrapper, but if you want to post again, that can be the wrapper. Congrats! You just did your first RP on RW! BiC:
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