closed 🪶⚡ all i really, really ever want is under the mistletoe

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: Around places.
What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA.
Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me



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[ramuhs]

[A quiet chuckle.]

Did you forget I was an outlaw for several years prior? Any respect or goodwill I had towards so called nobles like these were already long gone.

Had they been actual good people I may have given pause, however...

[He looks up at the chandelier, gilded in what is likely in pure gold and diamonds with walls lined with large paintings that he can only assume to be of high value. Some extravagance is to be expected as it's only fair for one to display one's wealth, but with everything in such clear opulent display, it's obvious the owners are more interested in displaying their wealth than do anything good with it.]

I doubt it.

[garudas]

[She stabs a slice of the (wagyu-style) beef steak with a fork...]

You could at least give me some of the credit.

[... And lifts it to his lips.]

A yes dear would have sufficed.

[ramuhs]

[He sees the way she stabs it and just kisses her cheek.]

Yes, dear.

[garudas]

[She waves the meat around in front of him, waiting for him to take a bite of it first.]

I suppose we do have them to thank for some things.

[She glances around, following the trail his own eyes had taken around the room with her own.]

Plenty of things to take with us, if we are so inclined. How thoughtful of them to leave them all lying about.

[ramuhs]

[He finally takes the bite, a low hum of approval quick to rise from the taste.]

Just keep in mind my pockets can only carry so much. The smallest items could even be worth the most.

[garudas]

[She watches his lips, her head tilting with curiosity when he takes that bite, but her eyes dart up to the ceiling where that giant, tacky light hangs.]

A shame. Here I was hoping to walk out with that thing for our home...

[Would it even fit—

Bringing the pink meat to her lips, she observes him.]

What do you think?

[ramuhs]

I would have to reject that one.

[As in, the chandelier. She can get a more tasteful one to go over their dining table or something—]

But as for the steak, this is superb. I've never had anything like it, not even a behemoth steak could match it.

[garudas]

[Her eyes move between him and the meat before she stuffs the other half into her mouth, and...]

Fuck.

[She doesn't mean to say it quite as loud as she brings a hand up to cover her lips as she chews, but...]

It melted the moment I put it in my mouth—

[ramuhs]

[He can't help but laugh at her reaction and smiles knowingly.]

And I'm sure it costs a pretty penny for it.

[garudas]

All the more reason to enjoy it.

[And she's taking another piece already and sharing it with him.]

I wonder if we might be able to make this at home?

[ramuhs]

We'll have to figure out the kind of beef they use as that will be a major component to it.

[He will happily take that piece, and when she's finished with hers he's going to take another and put some of the sauce over it before letting her have her turn.]

[garudas]

[She hums her approval and takes the meat, her eyes closing as she savours the taste. She knows she should be more nonchalant about it, but she has never tasted anything quite like this? And it is so tender? She's never had a steak this good before, and the steaks that they do make are delectable.]

If it costs a pretty penny as you say, and I've no doubt that it does, perhaps we could strike some deals.

[ramuhs]

[If anyone asks, they can just say they are true food connoisseurs who enjoy honest displays of enjoying good food.]

Perhaps even around here. No doubt there are some affluent chefs or members of the food industry here.

[garudas]

[Ah, so resourceful. Another reason she loves him.]

And so now we are to look for two merchants... A butcher would be ideal. Might as well cut out the middle man and go straight to the source.

[ramuhs]

Isn't gathering intelligence your area?

[A grin as he nudges her.]

I'm sure you will be able to uncover a few leads for us in no time.

[garudas]

Making me do all the work on our little date?

[She pokes at the bread with the tiny ball spread next, curious.]

[ramuhs]

Now, now, I would also be doing my part.

[He holds the plate a little closer for her to take. He'd offer, but with the balls as they are, it may be better she take it so as not to accidentally spill.]

[garudas]

Your impeccable charisma to charm our way into the best deal they can offer?

[She smiles at him knowingly and takes the piece of baguette, holding it with careful fingers as she brings it close to her lips.

She makes a face at it and then slowly takes a bite.......]

[ramuhs]

Exactly.

[A quiet chuckle as he watches her a little amused while sipping his wine.]

How is it?

[garudas]

[She is going to do the most ungracious, unrichly thing in the world...]

Ugh!

[... And spits it right out back onto the plate, earning some stares from people at nearby tables.]

It's revolting!

[ramuhs]

[There's a bit of a widening of his eyes in surprise before he can't help but laugh and set the plate down before offering a napkin and her wine.]

Was it really so terrible?

[He's looking at curiously, wondering if he should try it or not.]

[garudas]

[If she had her winds going right now, she would no doubt hear the laughter and whispers going around, but she is too offended by this "delicacy" to even care.

She takes that wine and washes it down with several big gulps, and swipes that napkin over her lips.]

If you do not believe me, try it for yourself—

[She breaks into a cough that turns into a wheeze.]

It's so salty...

[ramuhs]

[An arch of the brow as he eyes it for a moment before shrugging.]

Might as well.

[He'll take a more cautionary bite, and upon tasting the caviar...

...

While not as dramatic, there is a look of displeasure.]

Not to my taste, no.

[garudas]

And they eat this? Regularly?

[Or so she assumes. So many of them seem to be enjoying it.

She takes another sip of her wine, and smacks her lips and tongue loudly to try getting that salty aftertaste out of her mouth.]

It is like someone over-seasoned some mediocre fish.

[ramuhs]

[A quiet, amused look as he leans in close.]

They may eat it, but not everyone likes it.

[A small, subtle nod to a table not too far away.]

Like that gent over there. Subtly shaking off a few so only a small amount remains, and even then he's holding back his expression as he smiles.