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erniedtmac (erniedtmac) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-03 23:16:00

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character: ernie macmillan, character: theodore nott

Who: Ernie and Theodore
What: An actual date
Where: Dip & Swish cafe, Diagon Alley
When: Monday, November 3 - 6pm
Status: Closed / Ongoing

That day, Ernie's professionalism was the very thing that saved him from being a complete mess. All right, it wasn't that bad, but he'd felt nervous flutters in his stomach all day, every time he thought of his plans for the evening. After work, he was more than happy to toss away his ugly healer's robes and find something a little more... flattering, like some Muggle denim trousers that he'd bought on a shopping trip with Justin and a nice, dark purple jumper.

He showed to the cafe with minutes to spare, not wanting to be late and knowing he'd need a few minutes to calm down. He didn't really know why he was so nervous, he'd had plenty of dates before, but this one just seemed a little more important. Maybe it was because Theodore was so elusive in his own way, and that Ernie felt lucky just to be given a chance. The other man didn't seem to trust easily - Ernie hoped he was worthy of it.

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nottfinished
2014-12-03 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Once he'd been reassured that Ernie wasn't about to keel over, Theo was able to relax a little more.

He smiled a little to hear that Ernie cooked like he did for his mother, even though he wasn't really able to relate, not when his mother was a gap in a lot more than just his life. "What's your favourite?" he asked, curious. "Is your favourite dish to cook the same as your favourite dish to eat?" he queried next, thoughtfully, intrigued as to this factor. He barely liked anything he cooked or ate and so he couldn't apply the question to himself.

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erniedtmac
2014-12-04 04:56 pm UTC (link)

He shook his head, and he grinned as he thought about food and what he enjoyed most. "While I enjoy my own cooking, Mum's is what I enjoy the most. She has this recipe for pork pie that I've never tasted anywhere else and is just so juicy and delicious. And every Christmas and St. Andrews day, she'd make a steamed treacle pudding that we'd have after we'd finished our goose."

The memories were bittersweet as they also reminded him of his father, and he tried to push them aside, preferring to concentrate on the man opposite him in the booth, at least for now.

"And you? What're your favourites?"

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nottfinished
2014-12-05 01:03 pm UTC (link)

Listening to Ernie talk about his mother's cooking was like seeing it for himself and the fact that these were clearly happy memories made Theo smile. It was strange that when Ernie spoke about food it didn't make Theo feel as sick as when he thought about it; he'd quite like to try that steamed treacle pudding for example, although heavy, warm, sweet foods were easier for him to eat than anything too savoury or strange.

He nibbled another morsel of fishfinger that he'd divided off and swallowed before he spoke. "I suppose it would be porridge." he said, a little awkward about saying so. "With salt and just a little bit of sugar. I like breakfast food more than anything else, but it doesn't really require much in the way of culinary skills." It was like eating a hug, it went down easily and it tended to have the added advantage of filling his stomach so that he could go longer without having to eat again.

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erniedtmac
2014-12-06 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Ernie liked hearing Theodore talk about things that were a little personal, even if they were something as small as what food he enjoyed eating most. "It doesn't matter if it doesn't take skill, as long as you enjoy it," he offered. "It sounds nice, like comfort food."

He finished the last piece of his chicken and then tackled the last of his pasta. "Is there anyplace in particular you like for a good breakfast? We could always go, meet up early one morning and go out for breakfast. If you like."

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nottfinished
2014-12-07 09:50 pm UTC (link)

Comfort food? He supposed that made sense, like he was trying to reassure something about himself, by himself. Yeah, comfort food. He nodded a little bit, his fork speared in a chip that waited in a state of stasis for him to eat it as he paused in thought, broken out of his reverie by Ernie again.

He ate the fated chip and smiled at Ernie's suggestion. "I've never eaten out for breakfast." he admitted. "I wouldn't mind trying it though, if you'd still want to go?" This date wasn't as bad as he'd feared it would be.

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