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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (in_the_wings) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Shae had spent decidedly less time on his appearance than his image-conscious new neighbor. An old workshirt with the sleeves partially rolled, jeans that had definitely seen better days, bare feet. This was a day off for him- he had no intention of wasting precious cooking time on prettying himself up. Not that he didn't want to make a good impression, but....well, hell, he was giving out free food. How much better an impression could you make?

The pot on the stove had been simmering for most of the day, and the sumptuous aroma permeated the air of the apartment as he finished deveining the shrimp on his cutting board. It almost, almost smelled like home, with the mouth-watering scent of his Maman's special recipes filling every nook and cranny of the house, overpowering the smell of must and old age and-

Shae blinked at the gentle rapping sound that invaded his thoughts, then glanced at the clock to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Seven o'clock already? Day was already gone. He paused for a moment, knife in hand as he answered the knock loudly enough for his visitor to hear through the door.

"Come in!" He maneuvered a few stray bangs behind his ear as best he could with the heel of his hand and smiled at the attractive woman that appeared in his doorway. "Leave 'dat open, ma cher. Case somebody else pass by." His eyes swept over her in brief appraisal, and he was obviously pleased at what he saw; seemed like the people in this building just kept getting prettier.

The gumbo was nearly ready, and he scooped up a handful of shrimp and deposited them in the pot before looking over at her, the grin never leaving his face. "You lahk shrimp, yeah?"