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Krel Ansell · 07-23-2020, 11:13 PM

Text Cut: Zita

’I zink you are vrong about zat,” he said teasingly. ” You haf not had mein fanilla bean sugar cookies.” It was his mother’s recipe, probably the only one he knew. Vanilla was a very versatile spice in cooking. And it technically was a flower, but he wasn’t going to point that out. It was fine if she didn’t like to wear. He wasn’t that surprised really. Zita always seemed more…exotic to him after all. So at least now he knew her preference about the sent. But if she didn’t like eating, well, then there might be some problems.

He shook his head no, cheeks flushing a little. No he didn’t want to go a party. He’d go if she wanted to attend one, but he’d rather stay home. Adam wasn’t much of a partier. Perhaps it was the introverted part of himself. ” No, parties undt I, ve do not do vell…yes. No.” he just had been confused by her word choice. Sometimes, English could be a very hard language to grasp. Thankfully Zita usually seemed patient enough to explain when he had misunderstood something, or at least corrected him a way that didn’t make him feel too stupid. Still, he did feel a little embarrassed. It was hard not to, but it wasn’t his fault English wasn’t his primary language. He did the best he could. ”Do you want me to hold the basket?” he asked.

07-23-2020, 11:13 PM	#59 (permalink)
Krel Ansell Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Zita Quote: Originally Posted by Bazinga Of all the scents in the world he picked one of the only one she did not like. How did she put this in a way that wouldn't offend him or hurt his feelings. "I enjoy more flower scents and fruit, some nature. Vanilla is just... well just boring in my opinion." If that was something he liked then she'd deal, but she hoped to make sure he was aware of the amazing other scents that were out there. She smiled at his words, she hadn't been all that good to him the past year or so. Squeezing his hand she turned to continue to shop. ’I zink you are vrong about zat,” he said teasingly. ” You haf not had mein fanilla bean sugar cookies.” It was his mother’s recipe, probably the only one he knew. Vanilla was a very versatile spice in cooking. And it technically was a flower, but he wasn’t going to point that out. It was fine if she didn’t like to wear. He wasn’t that surprised really. Zita always seemed more…exotic to him after all. So at least now he knew her preference about the sent. But if she didn’t like eating, well, then there might be some problems. He shook his head no, cheeks flushing a little. No he didn’t want to go a party. He’d go if she wanted to attend one, but he’d rather stay home. Adam wasn’t much of a partier. Perhaps it was the introverted part of himself. ” No, parties undt I, ve do not do vell…yes. No.” he just had been confused by her word choice. Sometimes, English could be a very hard language to grasp. Thankfully Zita usually seemed patient enough to explain when he had misunderstood something, or at least corrected him a way that didn’t make him feel too stupid. Still, he did feel a little embarrassed. It was hard not to, but it wasn’t his fault English wasn’t his primary language. He did the best he could. ”Do you want me to hold the basket?” he asked. __________________