Shosanna Dreyfus | Inglorious Basterds (thatsabingo_) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-11-02 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, !log, shosanna dreyfus (thatsabingo_), ~2019 november, ~25 points, ~~the doctor (pileofgoodstuff) |
Who: Shosanna Dreyfus and The Doctor.
When: Sunday, November 3. Evening.
Where: Shosanna's apartment then The Musain.
What: Date night.
Warnings: None. Cuteness.
Status: Completed Gdoc.
Shosanna was a bit nervous about tonight. She hadn't been on a date since before Sam Winchester had been sent home. She was a bit hesitant to go on a date with someone new, because she was afraid they'd be sent home, too. But she knew she couldn't just sit at home, moping. So she'd asked the Doctor out to dinner.
She had just slipped on a pair of black heels to go with her red dress when the doorbell rang. A small smile appeared as she pulled open the door.
"Doctor," she said in greeting, and she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You look dashing tonight."
***
Dates were still a relatively new concept to the Doctor. The speed dating had been fun, but he hadn't gone into that thinking of it in the same way he was thinking about dinner with Shosanna. This was definitely different. In a good way though, he thought. Anything different was good. Change was good. It was exciting.
Exciting was what he'd go with.
He wore a pair of navy pants and a shirt which Amy had said was passable (a lengthy debate had followed that choice of word), with one of his favourite bow ties. Bow ties were cool.
The first thing he noticed when she opened the door was her eyes. Big and bright and conveying so much more than her smile alone could. He returned her smile when she moved back from kissing his cheek. "Thank you." His fingers moved to the bow tie, adjusting it slightly. "So do you." Was dashing the right word for a woman? Compliments were not his thing. "I like your dress. It’s very swishy."
***
Shosanna did like the fact that the Doctor wore bow ties. She hadn't known anyone to wear a bow tie before, and she thought more people should.
"Thank you," she said with a smile. "I bought it because it was swishy." She moved a little bit to make it swish. She did like her dress, and was pleased that the Doctor had commented on it. She spun around once, to make it especially swishy.
She hadn't expected to find someone she was interested in at speed dating, but the Doctor was definitely someone she was interested in.
"I hope you're hungry."
***
She was very good at swishing her dress, and he laughed a little when she spun around. He thought she did look very pretty. Maybe pretty was a better word than dashing. He didn’t want to overdo it, though.
“I am. What did you choose?” She’d been here longer, and he was hopeless about things like picking restaurants, so he’d told her to pick.
“Oh! I forgot.” He held out the bottle of wine he got for her. “I didn’t know if you’d like flowers. You could be allergic. And I remembered you like wine. I don’t, so it might be terrible. But I’m sure you’ll like it.”
He really needed more of Clara’s advice.
***
Shosanna would have enjoyed being told she looked pretty by the Doctor. But she also liked being told she looked dashing, because no one had ever called her that before. She liked being called something different than what she was accustomed to. And coming from the Dcotor? It made it even better.
“The Musain,” she said, after a moment. “It’s a French restaurant and it’s very good. I have only been there once before, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.” She grinned up at him.
Then she brightened when he offered her the bottle of wine. “Oh, I do like wine,” she said, with a bright smile. “I’m sure it will be wonderful.” She had confidence in his wine picking skills, even if he didn’t like the drink.
“Are you ready to head out?” she asked.
***
“Oh, I was there the other day. Very nice tables.” He hadn’t stayed long, mostly because he hadn’t really been paying all that much attention to what the place was, just that he’d liked the building a lot. It was interesting.
“French food is very adventurous, and they really do like their butter, which I think anyone can appreciate. I learned to cook in France in the...seventeenth century. I think.” He wasn’t quite positive on that point. It had been a while ago.
“Oh well.” He shrugged when she said she liked wine. “There’s no accounting for taste.” He held out his arm for her to loop hers through his. “Ready when you are.”
***
“I am rather fond of cooking with butter myself,” she admitted, as she placed the bottle of wine on the table. “We didn’t get much real butter back home, because of the war and all. So the fact that there’s a plethora of real butter here? It’s great.” She grinned up at the Doctor, and looped her arm through his.
“And you’re right, there is no accounting for taste. Luckily for you, I won’t try to make you drink the wine.” She leaned up and placed a kiss against his cheek. “I like you, though. So I have that going for me.” She nodded at this.
Once they were out of the apartment, she took a moment to lock the door, before heading out of the complex with the Doctor. “Thank you for coming out to dinner with me. I haven’t had a proper date in a long while.”
***
“What do you like to cook?” He asked, interested. He liked the way she talked about it so enthusiastically, and he thought that was a better topic than war, before they’d even sat down to eat.
He smiled, amused, at the compliment when she kissed his cheek. “You’re right. You definitely have that going for you. You are forgiven for the wine.” He occasionally tried it again anyway. From time to time. His taste might change. Everyone changed, eventually.
“Neither have I.” A long, long time. “Unless speed dating counts, and I don’t think it does.”
***
She shook her head, “No, speed dating does not count as a proper date, Doctor.” She grinned up at him as she spoke. She was glad he had agreed to go on this date with her. She truly liked him, she found him fascinating. And she liked that he always answered her questions. Because she had many, many questions.
“My favorite thing to cook is coq au vin,” she said, after a moment. “You may not like it because it has wine.” She couldn’t hold his not liking wine against him. Everyone had different tastes. His was wrong, but she couldn’t hold that against him, right? He did seem to like her, so that was a point in his favor.
“What about you? What’s your favorite meal?”
***
“In that case, yes. It has been a long time.” He couldn’t quite decide what counted, either. He liked the way she answered him, as though it should have been obvious. Which it was. She was honest, and he valued honesty. Even if he wasn’t always honest himself.
“I don’t mind it. The winey flavour isn’t quite winey. Maybe you could cook it for me some time, Shosanna.” It was a very stereotypically French dish, but then she was from France. So that made sense. And that could be fun. And he could even try wine again. Maybe.
“Fish fingers and custard,” he answered without hesitation.
***
She eyed the Doctor for a moment. “Fish fingers and custard? ...together?” That sounded a bit odd, but she really wasn’t one to judge. For all she knew, it could be absolutely delicious. “I’ll have to try it sometime,” she decided. She was always willing to try new things. Well, usually. Sometimes things were a definite no.
“I will gladly cook it for you some time,” she said, smiling slightly. “I do like to cook. I am not good at creating my own dishes, but I can follow a recipe. That counts for something, right?” Of course it did.
She decided that the date with the Doctor was going better than she had originally thought, and she was glad for that. She did like him quite a bit. She had been hopeful that it would go well.
***
“Together,” he confirmed. “Amy told me I was funny when she was seven, but now she loves it. Everyone does, in the end.” He could open a restaurant and serve nothing but fish fingers and custard and make millions. If that was something he was in any way interested in doing. “I’ll make it for you.” Which was generous as a description, seeing as there was so little work involved. Not like coq au vin.
“I think being able to follow a recipe definitely counts. Not everyone can.” He didn’t he’d do much good, but it had been a while. “I’m better at just making things up as I go along, when it comes to cooking.” And...most other things, actually.
It wasn’t an overly long walk to the Musain, and it was a nice night for it. Not too cold. For all his worry over knowing what to say and do, he found himself having a great time so far. That might all change once they were sitting down to dinner, of course.
***
“I would love it if you made it for me,” she said, smiling. “No one’s ever offered to make me anything before.” Well, aside from her parents when she was younger. But this was different. This was a man offering to make her food. A man she was interested in. That was not something she thought would never happen.
And yes, their date might go downhill when they were actually sitting at the restaurant, eating. But she highly doubted that. After all, she was having such a good time now. She couldn’t see it getting too bad.
Once they arrived at The Musain, she turned to face the Doctor before heading inside. She leaned up and kissed him softly. “Thank you, for coming with me tonight.”
***
“Really?” That surprised him. He figured someone like Shosanna would have people offering to cook for her, or take her out, or buy her balloons, all the time.
His smile was warm when she kissed him again. “You know, you don’t need to keep thanking me. It is most definitely my pleasure.” He opened the door so she could walk in ahead of him. The tables were still nice, and at night the lighting was very pretty. He liked it a lot. It made her hair look extra shiny, too.
***
“I know I don’t,” she informed him. “But I am glad you were agreeable in going out with me tonight. I would have just stayed at home, thinking Thursdays were just normal days. But now? Now they’re bordering on amazing.” She grinned a bit at this, before entering the restaurant. She followed the hostess to their table, and settled down at said table.
And she definitely would have approved if the Doctor bought her balloons. No one had bought her balloons before, it would make her happy.
“I have only eaten here once,” she told the Doctor. “But it was delicious.”
***
“I’m telling you, there is a theory there.” Even without the science to back it. Thursdays were the best days. He shrugged out of his jacket, passing it to the hostess when she offered to take it. He’d probably have just hung it over the back of the chair, otherwise.
“I haven’t tried it yet. Well, I did have their tea. It was good tea.” He picked up the drinks menu. “Are you going to have some wine? Or something else?” He had no idea if he would have a drink.
***
“Tea is a delicious thing,” she said, smiling slightly. “I do appreciate a good cup of tea.” It was something that she enjoyed. It was relaxing, having a nice cup of tea. “I have never been here for tea. I am glad you approve of it here.” Because while he didn’t like wine, she still trusted his opinion on things. And he seemed like the type who would know a good cup of tea.
“I might have a glass of wine,” she decided. She knew he wouldn’t judge her for having a glass. After all, he had bought her an entire bottle.
She reached for the menu, and peered at the selection of entrees. “What are you in the mood for?” She was interested in what he might be interested in eating.
***
“Tea is a very good cure for a lot of things.” Even just a bad day could be helped along with a good cup of tea. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. I’m happy to try just about any place you approve of, Shosanna.” He’d done so much travelling nothing much felt ‘new’ to him, anymore.
“Do you like the red, or the white better?” He wasn’t more fond of one than the other. And the pink one was just terrible.
He followed suit, looking over the menu. The entrees all sounded interesting. “Maybe the
Salmon en papillote,” he considered aloud, his pronunciation close to perfect. “I quite like the idea of my dinner being a surprise in a bag. How about you?”
***
“I completely agree,” she said with a bright smile. “It could be the worst day ever, and drink a cup of tea? Your day is suddenly okay.” She nodded a bit at this, before peering at the menu once more. “You approve of most places I approve of? I do like the sound of that.” Because she liked that the Doctor was so agreeable. It made her feel good, that he was willing to try things she liked.
As she perused the menu, “I like red wine the best. But white wine is good as well. It all depends on what I eat with the wine, really. White goes best with seafood, red with red meat and such.” She peered up at the Doctor for a moment. “I’ll let you choose the wine for me, though. Even though you don’t like it, I trust your judgement.”
Which might not be the best way to order wine, but that’s what she was going to do. “Salmon en papillote sounds delicious. I do like salmon quite a bit.” She found that there were so many different options available at The Musain, and she was having difficulty deciding what it was she wanted. “Confit de canard sounds delicious,” she said, after a moment. “I’ve never had that.”
***
“I am absolutely willing to go with your choices,” he confirmed. “In most instances. Perhaps not in wine.” As for the rest, he thought it might be case by case. As it was with anyone. Trust was a difficult concept sometimes. And he knew he expected it of others more than he gave it.
“I think if you are trying the Confit de canard, red wine sounds best, given what you just told me.” He laughed a small amount, picking up the drinks list again. “Are you sure you want me to pick? I will probably go by the name alone.” He knew plenty about wine regions and even wine itself, but he never put that knowledge to use.
When the server came back to take their drink orders, he ordered a bottle of Burgundy for Shosanna, and a strawberry daiquiri for himself, because daiquiris were fun, and they didn’t have any banana ones.
***
“”Good, because I make excellent choices. Especially when it comes to wine.” She was only teasing him with that last bit. Because she didn’t hold it against him that he didn’t like the beverage. People liked different things. If they all liked the same thing, that would be boring, right?
“I trust you to pick,” she decided. “Because I am sure their wine is all decent, so it’s going to be hard to make a poor decision.”
ANd she would drink it, even if it was a bad choice. Because wine was wine, right? She might not order more of it, but she would at least drink what was brought to her. “I suppose wine isn’t for everyone,” she said, after a moment. “But daiquiris sound delicious.”
***
“I have no doubt, Shosanna.” It didn’t hurt to bolster someone’s ego from time to time. And he certainly didn’t expect everyone to share his tastes.
“I do try it from time to time,” he noted. “Just to see if things have changed. You know, every hundred years or so.” That sounded about right, not that he was counting. “Banana daiquiris are the best. I drank them at a party with Madame de pompadour, once.” The memory was a wistful one, but there had been fun parts to it as well.
***
“I have never had a banana daiquiri,” she told him. “But I do trust your judgement on them. They sound delicious.” Because daiquiris were delicious things, no matter what flavor they happened to be. Well, for the most part. Some flavors might be quite disgusting. Like… kale daiquiris. Who wanted vegetable flavored ones? Not Shosanna.
She offered the server a small smile when their drinks were brought to their table, and she took a tentative sip of her wine. The one she had the Doctor choose for her. “This isn’t too bad,” she decided. “You make good choices.”
***
He smiled when she said he made good choices. “I do, I’m glad you noticed. So often people are questioning me, not realising just how very clever I am.” He was mostly joking, even though there was truth to the statement.
“Daiquiris are fun, and a bit silly.” Which was probably why they suited him. When the server returned for their food order, he asked for the Salmon en papillote. “Tell me more about you,” he requested, remembering all the advice he’d been given.
***
Shosanna ordered her choice of food as well, then offered the Doctor a small smile when he asked about her. “Well. I grew up in rural France, and I moved to Paris when I was 18.” She left out the reasoning behind her sudden move to Paris, as she believed that the Doctor already knew about that much. If she remembered correctly, she’d already told him that the Nazis had killed her family. She didn’t really want to get into that, not on their date.
“I ran a cinema in Paris. The German army heard about my cinema, and decided they wanted Adolf Hitler to view a movie there. I had come up with a plan to exterminate him, and just before I was to pull off the plan, I was pulled here.” She nodded a bit at this. “I went by the name Emmanuelle Mimieux in Paris, as Shosanna Dreyfus is a very Jewish name."
He would likely know why she didn’t feel it wise to go by her given name in Nazi occupied France.
“Sorry, I’m kind of rambling,” she said, a bit sheepishly.
***
The Doctor didn’t mind that she was rambling, he was fascinated. He would never stop being interested in the lives of humans, and all the amazing things they did.
“Tell me more about the cinema,” he requested when she apologised for rambling. “Was it big? Small? Did people buy snacks there?” It wasn’t everything he wanted to know. He wanted to ask more about Hitler visiting and how brave she’d been, but he knew that wasn’t the best ‘first date’ sort of talk.
“Emmanuelle is a nice name. But Shosanna suits you much better,” he added.
***
"It was rather small," she told him. "That was one of the reasons they wanted Hitler to attend the viewing there. It felt more… intimate, I suppose. And yes, people bought snacks there. There was a small counter that sold snacks and drinks people could buy before watching the movie." It wasn't a large cinema, not like the one here.
She offered him a small smile. "I do prefer to go by the name Shosanna. It feels more… me. I like that I can be myself here, without being afraid to do so. I hated that about Paris. I was always afraid that I would be found out. The man who killed my family, Hans Landa, actually bought me dessert while I was in Paris. I'm not completely sure he recognized me. I was more afraid of him than I was of Hitler."
***
“It sounds very nice.” Even if she’d had to endure clear hardships there. It was the true measure of a person, how they dealt with difficult times. “Maybe one day when I have my TARDIS back we can take a trip there.” When, not if. Because it was only a matter of time, as far as he was concerned.
“It is a very good thing,” he agreed. “I dislike the idea of anyone feeling like they had to act as though they are not who they truly are.” It sounded like she had every reason to fear the man so much. “Fear isn’t something to be afraid of. Fear is your way of protecting yourself.” It was just that sometimes it was not entirely rational.
***
No, sometimes fear was not entirely rational. But sometimes it was necessary. It was healthy to be afraid of things from time to time. It would be worrying if someone wasn’t afraid of anything at all. And Shosanna believed that being afraid of Hans Landa was entirely logical. After all, Landa had killed her family. He had killed many other Jewish people as well.
She offered the Doctor a bright smile, “I would very much like to show you my cinema. I would very much like to see your TARDIS, too.” Because the TARDIS sounded fascinating. She had no doubt that it would arrive one of these days.
Their food then arrived, and she flashed a smile at the waitress as she set down the food on the table. “Thank you,” she told her.
***
“When she shows up I’ll give you a tour.” He enthused. Because he always loved to see people’s reactions when he first opened the door. “If we’re lucky, I’ll be able to find the swimming pool.” It always turned up eventually.
The food looked wonderful, and smelled it, too. But more interesting to him was watching Shosanna’s appreciation of it. The way all her senses took it in. “Where do you want to go the most? If you could travel anywhere? Or any when?” He asked the question as he opened the little bag the fish had been cooked in.
***
Shosanna was rather fond of food. She liked to take it in completely, with all of her senses. Smell, sight, taste. Everything, really. Though she wasn’t completely certain that the sense of touch would be appropriate with her food at The Musain, so she refrained. It looked and smelled excellent, and she was certain it would taste just as excellent.
“Anywhere?” She considered this for a moment, trying to decide. Being able to go anywhere, at any time. It was a huge decision, and she wanted to make sure she made the right choice. “Perhaps ancient Greece or Rome. I want to see what it was like there, with all the talk of different gods and everything.”
She took a bite of her food, and her eyes slipped closed for a moment. “This… this is delicious,” she decided.
***
“Ancient Greece is wonderful. And I bumped into some ancient Romans recently. They were good sports. I’m sure you’d like either.” They could go there first. “After that, I’ll take you to another planet. Everyone always loves to visit a new planet.”
He smiled fondly at her reaction to the food as he tried some of his own. That seemed like a proper French sort of reaction to good French food. “The chef here is very good. I wonder where they studied.” Or if it was just something they had learned. Sometimes things you learned on your own were the most impressive.
***
“You can go to different planets? I think I remember that about you. That all sounds quite fascinating. I would like to visit another planet very much.” She grinned at the Doctor. She hoped his TARDIS would come to Madison Valley, even though she wasn’t completely sure that it would be able to take them places. Not with the way the town and the dome liked to be.
She smiled a bit at his words, “The chef is excellent. I really like the food.” Shosanna was fond of food. It could be due to the fact that she was French, or it just could be because she enjoyed food. Either way, it was delicious.
“He very well could have learned on his own. It sometimes happens.”
***
“I can. Any planet you’d like.” And sometimes ones he didn’t intend to go to. They were often the most fun. “As soon as my TARDIS is here. Rose will probably insist on being first through the door, because she’s Rose. But then we’ll do it.” He knew it likely wasn’t going to be possible, but he could hold onto the thought. It helped.
“I like it too. And the fine company, of course.” He lifted his glass in a toast. “To you, Shosanna.”
***
“The company is excellent, isn’t it?” she asked with a grin. “I’m almost jealous of you, having such wonderful company.” She was teasing him, of course. Shosanna did like to tease him, it was rather fun. It was part of why she liked him. The fact that he could handle her teasing was a very good thing. According to her, at least.
“And to you as well, Doctor.” She lifted her glass in toast as well. She was glad she had decided to go on this date with him. Glad that he had accepted the offer as well. Because she was thoroughly enjoying herself, and she hoped he was as well.
***