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emmafan123 · 08-14-2010, 07:16 AM

OOC: Awwww alright bye for now Dee Derupersss!

I'll see you sometime tomorrow!

Ferris started down the stairs just a few minutes after his wife, driven by the promise of food and now dressed in a pair of jeans with an argyle sweater, stolen from his wife's side of the closet, of course. His curls were dry for the most part as he stepped down onto the first floor landing, making his way swiftly through the living room and then into their small kitchen only to find his wife at the table with little Gabe still in her arms, bundled up in the green blanket that was a gift from his great grandmother. He smiled on instinct at the sight of his two favourite people on the planet, admiring them for a moment as he walked over to his wife and kissed her cheek lovingly. It was then, as he straightened up to a standing position and got a clear look at the table, that he realized that Vianna had prepared one of his favourites; Yorkshire pudding. His stomach seemed to twist in hunger at the sight of such a familiar meal and he immediately sat down in his seat at the table, turning to look at Vianna with clear admiration in his gaze. "You made me Yorkshire pudding," the young man announced as though she didn't know this, obviously quite pleased with the plate of it in front of him, accompanied by roast beef and gravy as it so often was. His mother used to make this when he was a little boy (one of the only things she knew how to make without magic), creating a tradition that she mainly made on particularly cold days in the English winters. A lot of his childhood memories came from this dish, of it warming up his stomach on the harshest of winter days. And here it was, looking just as delicious as it always had, and Vianna had been thoughtful enough to make it for him. "Thank you," he told her softly, a genuine smile gracing his pale features before he immediately began to dig in, unable to help his own hunger. As much as he'd gotten used to and truly liked the Italian dishes Vianna prepared, there was something extraoridinarily wonderful about something so English, something so familiar to him personally.

08-14-2010, 07:16 AM	#1447 (permalink)
emmafan123 Niffler Join Date: Jun 2005 Posts: 20,190	Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor OOC: Awwww alright bye for now Dee Derupersss! I'll see you sometime tomorrow! Ferris started down the stairs just a few minutes after his wife, driven by the promise of food and now dressed in a pair of jeans with an argyle sweater, stolen from his wife's side of the closet, of course. His curls were dry for the most part as he stepped down onto the first floor landing, making his way swiftly through the living room and then into their small kitchen only to find his wife at the table with little Gabe still in her arms, bundled up in the green blanket that was a gift from his great grandmother. He smiled on instinct at the sight of his two favourite people on the planet, admiring them for a moment as he walked over to his wife and kissed her cheek lovingly. It was then, as he straightened up to a standing position and got a clear look at the table, that he realized that Vianna had prepared one of his favourites; Yorkshire pudding. His stomach seemed to twist in hunger at the sight of such a familiar meal and he immediately sat down in his seat at the table, turning to look at Vianna with clear admiration in his gaze. "You made me Yorkshire pudding," the young man announced as though she didn't know this, obviously quite pleased with the plate of it in front of him, accompanied by roast beef and gravy as it so often was. His mother used to make this when he was a little boy (one of the only things she knew how to make without magic), creating a tradition that she mainly made on particularly cold days in the English winters. A lot of his childhood memories came from this dish, of it warming up his stomach on the harshest of winter days. And here it was, looking just as delicious as it always had, and Vianna had been thoughtful enough to make it for him. "Thank you," he told her softly, a genuine smile gracing his pale features before he immediately began to dig in, unable to help his own hunger. As much as he'd gotten used to and truly liked the Italian dishes Vianna prepared, there was something extraoridinarily wonderful about something so English, something so familiar to him personally. __________________