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Post by Alfredo Linguini on Jan 23, 2009 17:22:07 GMT -5
Even just the smallest pebble in the road and he gripped tighter to the rubber of his handle bars. He knew he was in no danger but he was a lot tenser than he usually was while riding. This was mainly because he was being hard on himself, very upset with himself, for being so behind. He had absolutely nothing to do, no conflicts, and yet he was late - just like when he was a teenage dork - he could never be on time for anything. He thought he was over that.
He looked at his wrist and did a double take at it realizing he hadn't caught the time the first look. Of course, he didn't get it the second time either. This was because he was not wearing a watch. An easy detail to forget, and still he made a mental note that, one he was crazy, two maybe it was about time he get one.
Esmeralda said they could use the kitchen at one of the eating venues where they were meeting up. Bistro de Paris. This was going to be interesting. He still wasn't sure if this was like a - aw poor little new kid [who gets lost even with two versions of maps of the world showcase] I'm gonna make play dates with him to feel welcomed -- sort of thing. Because honestly she was pretty friendly with any gentlemen, he didn't want to tease himself by taking her kindness personally and thinking there was anything implied there in that flirtatious smile.
Which he was seeing just a head now and he sat up, his jeans not even touching the bike seat as he pushed down at on his pedals that made no more movement as he was just gliding on the energy the wheels had on their own. He'd dressed casual. Jeans, a belt was a must, and a blue shirt with a short sleeve green-blue-red plaid over it. It was nothing special and he had to notice that she looked flawlessly feminine and beautiful as always which almost made him want to turn around and go change.
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Post by esmeralda on Jan 23, 2009 17:41:22 GMT -5
Esmeralda was walking through the familiar streets of France, on her way to the restaurant where she would have her first cooking date with Linguini. Since she couldn't read, she would have to trust her heart when it came to her cooking. Esmeralda was the best gypsy cook in Paris in her own time - but would she be accepted by a master chef like Linguini? For the first time of her life, Esmeralda was nervous.
Before she entered the Bistro de Paris, she brushed her hands through her hair nervously, and straightenend her dress. She wanted to look her best. After all, she was a French woman. She had something to live up to. She walked through the doors and glanced over the room.
The kitchen was large, and clean. And they had been allowed to use it for free, just because the gypsy owner was a friend of Esmeralda's Papa Clopin. She opened the door, letting some breeze into the kitchen, while leaning her back against the wall, calmly waiting for Linguini to arrive to their date.
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Post by Alfredo Linguini on Jan 28, 2009 2:27:43 GMT -5
He had an alright view of her, enough to see her go out of his sight, making way to the kitchen perhaps. He wasn't too late so hopefully she wasn't leaving or wasn't close to it. He didn't know how patient she was and it made him rush a little more. When he approached the side of the building he hopped off the red cycle and walked to the left of it as he brought it to the back. He didn't own a lock and there wasn't anything to lock it on but he wasn't too worried about it anyway. It was very doubtful anything would happen to it.
Alfredo had come around to the front and entered there. He didn't want to linger outside since he was already late but as he moved on in he was trying to straighten out his clothes and maybe look a little nicer. Though it felt hopeless. He, not too slowly, moved around the lobby and eventually found the doors she'd went through before him. And there she was inside, looking dolled up and almost glowing. He pushed up his left sleeve as he rubbed his arm, approaching her like she was the school principle holding an unforgiving ruler. "Hey, Esmeralda. I'm sorry abou- have you been waiting long?" He felt incredibly guilty but still smiled at her in a friendly but nervous manner.
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Post by esmeralda on Jan 28, 2009 12:56:56 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled and looked over at Linguini as he hopped over the red cycle and entered the bistro. She gave him a smile when he arrived and approached her.
"Hey Alfredo!! Glad to see you. I have thought about some of my finest recipes for tonight's cooking. I hope you are hungry? What are you planning to cook tonight?"
She spoke easily with him, hoping this would make him relax. Right now he looked like a little school boy in front of an unforgiving school master. ( ;D )
She looked over at the kitchen.
"The owners told me that the kitchen is filled up with anything a chef can desire. And we can take whatever we want, except from the cash box...." she laughed, a bit nervous.
"Forgive me for yapping like I do... I tend to go a bit motor-mouth when I'm nervous. I have never dated a real chef before... And I am so afraid you won't like my cooking."
She blushed and looked down. With others around, she could seem straightforward... even cheeky around men. Alone with them... she was shy and almost nervous.
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Post by Alfredo Linguini on Jan 30, 2009 14:55:47 GMT -5
Where they suppose to hug or ...something? For some reason Linguini didn't really feel like they were too close or anything. He'd only seen her maybe two times since they first met. And except for that whole dancing all over him time they were small events. But she had to like him right? This was her idea. Well, there was no doubt they were friends, more than acquaintances. Again, this was all her, the date, inviting him here. So maybe he could afford to have a little more confidence about this. Even if he felt so underdressed. And less than prepared. Especially when she asked what he was making. He had a couple ideas but wasn't so sure. This confidence thing was a nice idea but not exactly kicking in yet. Whoa, she even used the word 'dated'.
He did notice her slight difference in behavior. Definitely a different air to her than when they were in a group. But really she was still the same flirty, gorgeous woman. The very same that made him turn red as well and swallow nervously and even made eye contact a little difficult. "I'm sure whatever you make is going to be a whole lot better than what I do." he laughed, but was completely sure of his words. His left hand grazed one of the countertops as he leaned on it after taking a few more steps towards her.
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Post by esmeralda on Jan 30, 2009 17:12:34 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled when she looked over at Linguini. The sun fell over his head, making his hair shine like the copper she used to see at the rooftops of Paris early in the morning at sunrise. She had asked herself why she had asked him out. To be friendly? Certainly. Friendliness and an open heart were in her nature, gypsy as she was. He seemed shy and quiet, not noisy and brassy like so many guys Esmeralda had seen before. She really liked him, but had discovered that dancing with three girls at once might perhaps not be the right thing for him. He didn't remind her of the gypsy guys she knew. And that was another thing she liked about him.
She noticed he turned red and swallowed nervously around her, and it was difficult to get eye contact with him. Even if she liked that he wasn't googling her body like so many other guys, she hoped he eventually would be less nervous around her. She laughed, a bit nervous when he spoke of her cooking. She knew he had worked in a kitchen, and that he was a chef. She had never worked in the kitchen of a restaurant before.
"Thank you, but I doubt I could compare with you. You are a pro at this. I have only cooked for my family and close friends."
She watched him shyly as he leaned on the countertop before taking a few more steps towards her. She looked up at him and blushed a bit, not certain what was on his mind. But she didn't step away.
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Post by Alfredo Linguini on Feb 3, 2009 1:49:24 GMT -5
A pro. She gave him way too much credit. He shook his head at that comment, his left hand pushing up this other rolled up sleeve above his elbow as it'd fallen slightly lower on his arm that it was originally placed. He wasn't going to say anything against what she said but he still didn't believe her words. He didn't have much faith in himself and never did, even if he had done pretty well for himself the past year. More than pretty well, the best he'd ever done for himself really. But it still wasn't much. Especially when thinking about all the aggressive support and pushing and help. So he didn't do it for himself or even by himself. It just all worked out will. And now he was getting all this praise, it was way too much. "Well thanks..." he answered gratefully instead of arguing any further and continuing this humble tug of war, which would end up being pointless when it got down to it. "I think I'd better see what we have her so... I can figure out what I'm actually going to make." admitting that he really didn't settle on anything yet as to what he'd be preparing.
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 3, 2009 10:13:16 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled and rolled up the sleeves on her dress, so it would be easier for her to do the cooking. She looked over to Linguini and smiled eagerly, joy sparkling in her emerald eyes. She was so happy to have someone to cook with. Usually she did her cooking alone. It was fun to have a friend she hoped to exchange recipes with.
"Fred... is it okay I call you Fred? You can call me Esme if you like. Now that we know each other, it's no reason to be formal anymore, is it?"
She followed him into the kitchen, so he could inspect the ingredients the owner of the bistro had left for them.
"Since you are the expert here, I leave the final word to you. Can we use what he left for us, or do we need to go shopping? There's a market place right around the corner. I know, because I use to perform there. They sell fruit, vegetables, fresh fish and meat. And sometimes even dairy products like butter, milk and cheese."
She leaned over to him and giggled.
"I am so looking forward to this. I have never had a friend to cook with before. I have missed that. Someone to change recipes with. Do you have any hobbies besides cooking?"
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Post by Alfredo Linguini on Feb 9, 2009 12:47:23 GMT -5
He gave her a small shake of his head when she asked if he would mind being called something which he couldn't remember being called since maybe fifteen years back. None called him Alfred anymore as a young adult, not even really as a teenager either, let alone Fred or Al. And Esme was fine, she came on strong but he was getting a little use to it, and more quickly than he thought he would, so he didn't mind pushing formalities aside and shortening her name as a friend would. Looking over what was provided for him, he stood with the back of his fist on his lack of a hip and his right hand held a side handful of orange hair. "I think we're okay with this....yeah." To him it seemed a bit easier to now base whatever he was going to make off of what they had. So as long as there was nothing she was missing for her prepared ideas they were all set. Well, she was. "Uh heh- I wouldn't say I have any hobbies." he didn't exactly consider this cooking thing to be one. "Uh well, I don't know- I like soccer" he added quietly as an after thought.
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 9, 2009 13:09:24 GMT -5
Esmeralda looked over the ingredients on the counter, still smiling after he had allowed her to call him Fred. The name Alfredo was a tad difficult to pronounce for a French woman. But Fred went fine. She lifted a tiny hand and brushed a raven lock of hair back from her forehead as she started planning her meal. Since she couldn't read or write, she had not written down any recipes, but knew them all by heart.
She looked over at Alfredo again with a smile. He was so sweet when he looked focused on his task and stroking his orange hair back. He seemed more relaxed now, not tense like he had been on their first date, where he had been dancing around with The Three Musketeers, as Nani, Pocahontas and Esmeralda used to call themselves when they acted like a group. The three girls were best friends, and were always ready to help and protect each other.
"I don't need anything from the market either. I have everything I need right here," she smiled, looking up at him. She wondered if the look she gave him would make him think she involved him too in these needs.
When he told her about his hobbies, he mentioned something called soccer. Being from the 14th century, she had no idea what that was. She looked up at Linguini again, her emerald eyes glittering in childlike wonder.
"Soccer???" She asked, pronouncing it wrong, with the pressure on the last e.
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Post by 1990 on Feb 11, 2009 13:02:21 GMT -5
(Mind if I join you?)
Remy had just moved to Disney World and had been lazing around at Camp Minnie - Mickey since sunday. Then he thought maybe it was time to go out and explore a little, was France in this world like France was in his world?
And the rumours had also told him that his good friend Alfredo Linguini had also moved to Disney World, maybe he was in France? It was a tiny hope to find him at this huge place, but maybe he could find someone who knew him.
Dashing along the streets he started to get hungry and found a restaurant. Hmmm, I wonder, he thought. Can I talk to the people here as well as at the Disney Café? That was the first thing he had found out when he got to this magical place -he could talk to people.
So he jumped up in the window of the restaurant to see if it was open, and maybe there were people in there who he could ask to open the door for him. Then he noticed a young gypsy who stood by the counter with a guy with red hair. He knocked at the window. "EXCUSE ME!" He shouted, he hoped his tiny voice was loud enough for the people in there to hear him. "CAN ANYONE HELP ME OPEN THE DOOR?"
His stomach started to rumble loudly as he continued knocking at the window. He was so hungry!
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 11, 2009 13:12:45 GMT -5
((*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEAL!!!!* OMG!!! I LOVE REMY!!! ))
Esmeralda heard some noise by the window, and turned her emerald gaze to see what it was. She didn't see anyone at first, and thought someone might be joking. But then she had a second look, and she noticed a cute little grey mouse - or was it a rat? knocking at the window. The little creature was shouting something, but his voice was so tiny that she couldn't make out what it was. She looked over at Linguini again, a puzzled look on her face.
"Fred, there's a mouse knocking at the window! I think he wants to come in!"
She went over to the door and opened it with a smile, hoping that the owner of the cafe wouldn't kill her over this. The mouse was just too darn cute to resist.
"Hello there, little one? Are you hungry?" She asked friendly and picked him up, placing him gently in her hand.
"Don't be afraid of me, I am not dangerous. My name is Esmeralda. I am a gypsy from Paris in France. Who are you, my friend?"
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Post by 1990 on Feb 11, 2009 13:28:01 GMT -5
When the gypsy came and opened the door, Remy squeeled and ran towards her. He smelled at her hand. It seemed clean and smelled rather good, so he let her pick him up.
"Thank you." He looked up at her. Now that he was close enough to see her face, he noticed how pretty she was, and if a rat could blush, he would do that now. "Hello, Esmeralda. I am Remy, also from France." He made a little bow. "And to asnwer your question, yes, I am hungry!"
As he talked, he had this surprised voice, a little squeeling and unnatural. He was just so over himself with surprise, it was just so unlikely he could talk! That made it so much easier being able to communicate with people.
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Post by esmeralda on Feb 11, 2009 13:41:05 GMT -5
((Awwwww. Remy is adorable! ^^ ))
Esmeralda heard the tiny rat squeel before he ran towards her. She allowed him to sniff at her hand. He seemed remarkably clean for a rat, and when she picked him up, she noticed that not only was he clean. He was also rather cute, and he was well-mannered, more than she had ever imagined a rat could be. When he bowed politely to her, she smiled warmly to him.
"Hello, Remy. It is nice to meet a friendly face from home again. As much as I like this country, I feel a bit homesick now and them. Please come inside. Fred and I was just about to cook a meal, and I don't see why you can't join us. If you're French, I assume you like cooking as well? Perhaps we could exchange recipes, you and I."
She carried him inside the Cafe and closed the door behind her. Then she carried Remy over to Linguini, to show their new guest.
"Fred! Please say hello to Remy. He is from France, like you and me! Isn't he just adorable?"
She placed Remy on the counter and went over to the fridge.
"I think I saw some cheese here somewhere...."
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Post by 1990 on Feb 13, 2009 8:23:11 GMT -5
Remy nodded. Of course he liked to cook! Food was his greatest passion in life, and like chef Gusteau always said, anyone can cook. So he went to the sink and washed his paws in a drop that ran from it.
Then he noticed the red haired guy who was with Esmeralda, Fred as she called him. Was it.... "Linguini!" The rat squeeled as he ran towards him and jumped on him to give him something that seemed like a hug. It wasn't normal for Remy to hug people, but he always hugged his family when it had been a long while since they had last met.
Remy jumped on him and climbed up his arm to his shoulder and stroke himself to Linguini's neck. "It is so good to see you, Linguini!"
The little rat smiled cunningly at the thought of how surprised Linguini must have been seeing him again and suddenly hearing him talk!
He forgot all about how hungry he was, but got reminded when his stomach rumbled again.
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