A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-15 15:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anne mauricia, james kirk |
Who: Anne and Jim
What: Visiting Jim and going to lunch
Where: Jim’s dojo?
When: Early Oct
Rating: Low?
Status: Complete when posted
Anne had decided to visit Jim for lunch this afternoon. She’d been in the office and getting stressed and decided that a walk in the fresh air and some time away from her office would be ideal. Pushing the door open to the dojo, she stepped in and looked around, taking the sights in.
Kirk was finishing up with someone. “One more time.” He gestured for her to come at him. The woman darted forward, throwing a punch. Kirk grabbed her arm and flipped her over onto her back. “Good! Tomorrow we’ll switch. I think it’s time you threw me around for a change.”
He winked, and helped her to her feet. While she left to change, he wiped his hands on his gi and smiled at Anne. “Well it’s a friendly face.”
Anne nodded at the other woman as she left to change, then smiled brightly at him as she approached him. “Well I’m glad to hear that, since this friendly face was wondering if you might have some time to get lunch,” she offered pleasantly.
“Just give me a chance to clean up, and I’d be delighted.” Jim nodded at her, then disappeared into the back. Five minutes later and in a fresh set of clothing he came back. “I hope I didn’t keep you too long?”
Anne smiled at him as he headed off to change and contented herself with looking around the dojo, intrigued by the posters an apparatus. Turning as she heard his voice, she shook her head. “Not at all, I was just admiring the scenery. I have to admit to not knowing much about the inner workings of gyms despite having one in my hotel,” she smiled. “I don’t even know if it’s good equipment I’m ordering really, but it seemed alright,” she shrugged as they headed out of the dojo. “What would you like for lunch then?” she asked, having seen a variety of different restaurants and cafes nearby.
“I’m starving, so I’m game for anything. Throwing people around is hard work.” He looked around a bit, then pointed at one place. “How about that diner? It should have a nice variety. We can have a food adventure.”
“I can only imagine, it’s not exactly a pastime I’ve ever indulged in. Although neither was camping until I met you. It seems that getting to know you has started a series of firsts in my life,” Anne joked. “I am more than happy to follow your lead. I’m still learning all the good places to eat,” she said to him, following him as he moved into the street.
Jim grinned lopsidedly, offering his arm to her if she wanted to take it. “What I love about this country is how many different kinds of things there are to eat. Especially on the coasts, you have every imaginable cuisine and a whole bunch that were made up on the spot. Variety is the spice of life.”
Anne smiled politely and took Jim’s arm, a very gentlemanly offer which appealed to her, it must be the British part of her. “It’s amazing, you can barely go a block without seeing about five different cuisines,” she shook her head in amazement. “Like Vietnamese! I didn’t even know there were Vietnamese restaurants! I think I’m going to start making a list of restaurants I visit and rating them so I know places to recommend to customers or take clients for meetings,” she laughed. “What’s your favourite then?” she asked, looking up at Jim as the walked.
“If you’re talking Vietnamese, I never turn down Pho,” Kirk replied. There wasn’t much he found he didn’t like, and there was always something good about sampling different cuisines. Food was a great way to learn more about a culture.
“And what, pray tell, is...Pho?” Anne laughed and frowned. “It sounds almost sordid,” she joked.
"Pho is basically noodle soup. But that's an understatement. Like many simple looking foods, there's more complexity in the flavor and variety in the ingredients than you'd think at first glance." Jim winked at her then steered her towards the Vietnamese place.
“Well, well, aren’t you the closet culinary expert,” Anne teased, leaning into his side and squeezing his arm gently as she laughed. “So where does your culinary expertise stem from? Just a hobby/ Or are you secretly a trained chef?”
“Just a hobby,” he assured her. “But I do make a mean plate of eggs.” He winked at her, then held the door open. “I’m a man of many mysteries. Or maybe I just like a good mystery.”
“Hmm, I’m sure you do,” Anne said with a quiet smile as she brushed passed him and into the restaurant, locking eyes with him as she did.
Jim smiled, eyes twinkling with mischief, before he followed her in. It was a sit-down restaraunt, complete with menu. The menu was in Vietnamese, but each item had a picture next to it for non-speakers. Jim knew a few words, just enough to look like an idiot, so he was appreciative of the pictures. “What looks good to you?”
Anne looked over the menu, looking a little confused at first. Perusing the menu, she pointed to something that appeared to be small burgers on a bed of rice noodles next to the name ‘Bun Cha’. “Umm, this? What’s this?” she asked, showing him what she was pointing at on the menu
Jim leaned over close, to see what she was pointing at. "Looks like pork. Probably grilled. I don't think I've tried that before. But it looks pretty good, why don't you try it?"
Anne smiled up at him and nodded, looking proud of herself. “You know what? I will,” she put her menu down resolutely. “I have no idea how many calories are in it, but I am going to try it,” she told him with a bright smile. “What about you?” she asked, gesturing to the menu in his hands.
“Calories are for chumps. You can always...exercise it off later.” Jim regarded the menu again. He’d wanted the beef Pho but the Bun Cha looked too good. “I’ll have the same thing. If you’re going to try something new, then I should too.”
“Copy cat,” Anne grinned up at him.