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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 3, 2011 16:29:05 GMT -5
Francis stifled an amused chuckle at the expression of absolute petulance on Arthur's face. Did the pirate even know he was actually pouting? It was delightful. But instead of commenting on it, Francis gratefully took the knife and fish with a wink.
"It's my turn to be useful," he replied. "Besides, you were cooking it the wrong way."
He pushed a pile of gathered twigs toward Arthur. "Why don't you lay these a little over the fire to make a flat surface while I prepare these?"
Francis indicated to the fish before slicing them cleanly in half. Proceeding to gutting and boning the fish, he made sure they were properly clean before laying the split fish over their new make-shift grill.
"I wish we had some spices," sighed Francis wistfully. "Or at least some salt and pepper. Oh, well..."
He snuck a glance at Arthur, trying to make out his expression. Francis deeply hoped that the pirate was no longer cross with him.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 3, 2011 17:12:09 GMT -5
Not so much cross, as just deeply deeply insulted.
His arms fold more tighter on themselves, and he grits his teeth.
"... That's how I've always cooked them..." He mutters, under his breath. As the other further instructs him, him, he becomes even more infuriated and gruffly does as he says. He ends up burning himself in the process, but there's almost no indication of this. He returns to his pose, arms tightly folded. He can't help but make a dry comment against the other's wistfulness.
"Well excuuuse me, darling. I'm terribly sorry I couldn't provide you with a fucking five star restaurant. I wasn't aware that catching two fish with my bare hands wasn't enough for you. Maybe you shouldn't follow me next bloody time."
Francis was just digging himself a deeper hole, at this point.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 3, 2011 18:20:05 GMT -5
Francis frowned, stung slightly. He hadn't intended on insulting or belittling Arthur's efforts to provide for them and share. If anything, Francis had appreciated it.
"How rude. I wasn't complaining," he pointed out. "I hope it didn't sound that way."
Scowling down at the fish, Francis let out a huff of impatience and poked at the meal with a stick. It really was enormously difficult to adjust to this personality of Arthur's. Still, Francis decided to be the bigger man and focused all of his attention on cooking the fish, refusing to be baited by Arthur's temper.
It was probably just the hunger putting them on edge anyway.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 3, 2011 18:27:34 GMT -5
While Francis had concentrated on the cooking, Arthur grumbled and stood up. It looked like he was stalking around the area of the fire, but he seemed to be checking for something in the ground. He sighs, disgruntled, and kicks away some of the leaves. At least the grass was dry. If anything, Arthur just wouldn't sleep tonight. He's done it before easily enough.
He returns to the seat, and stares at the food as it's practically done. Still feeling rather insulted and stung by the older man's comments, his lips turn into a thin line.
"You can have it. I'm not hungry."
He glares.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 3, 2011 18:39:45 GMT -5
As Francis took the fish off the fire carefully, he paused to look up at Arthur, completely surprised.
"What? But why?"
Blinking, he examined the cooked meal. The meat looked soft and generous, the browned flesh belying the rich white color underneath. The aroma was particularly appetizing, even without the enhancement of spices. What could be wrong with it?
"Does it not looked cooked enough for you?" Francis asked worriedly. "Do you think I should have let it sit over the fire a few more minutes?"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 3, 2011 18:57:06 GMT -5
Arthur just stared. "I just told you. I'm not flipping hungry."
He had to try his best not to look down at the fish itself, as it did indeed look like something you'd get served at a noble's dinner or a five star restaurant. It did look gorgeous, but it's not like Arthur would ever admit that.
As though making a point himself, he turns around, back to the fire. His arms are still folded.
If his stomach betrayed him at this point, he will be more than peeved off with himself.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 3, 2011 20:00:07 GMT -5
Francis took a few long moments to stare at Arthur's rigid back, then down at the fish, and stare at Arthur's back again. He honestly had no idea what he apparently did wrong, with the cooking or with Arthur.
Sighing, Francis heaved himself to his feet and silently approached Arthur, taking his place beside the pirate. He nudged Arthur's arm tentatively with his elbow.
"I know you're hungry," said Francis in a slightly sing-song tone. "I have a sense for these things. Come on, it's good, I promise. Or don't you remember what I made for you back in my kitchen?"
He offered Arthur a smile.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 3, 2011 20:04:47 GMT -5
"Beef soup." He mutters, almost instantly. And with that, a bit of an embarrassed blush. Well, that didn't make it fairly obvious that the food that Francis had made a lasting impact on him. He sighs, loudly.
"You cooked the fish, it's yours to eat. I'll get my own later."
Arthur wasn't a pirate for nothing; stubborn as a mule. He refused to look towards the other, staring at a spot in the forest edge.
"Bloody hell you're cold. Would you put the bloody cloak on? You're an idiot for not having your own in the first place. Or rather deciding to follow me without one."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 3, 2011 20:13:56 GMT -5
Francis' eyes lit up. So Arthur remembered, after all. He was practically beaming as he watched Arthur blush - for a hard-hearted pirate, it was adorable to see he was so easily embarrassed.
"But wasn't it your intention that we share?" Francis pressed on. If Arthur was refusing to eat because of his silly pride, then Francis would have to resort to another tactic. "Please? For me, at least?"
He gazed at Arthur from under his lashes, pouting and wide-eyed. "I'll put on the coat too if you do. I'm touched by your concern."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 4, 2011 15:21:41 GMT -5
Arthur's expression hardened, and his shoulders tensed. However, he held in a sigh, and turned around with a gruff "Fine."
As the fish is handed to him and he starts picking it apart to eat, he looked up at Francis over the fire. "So, he was on your targets too?" He remarks, in reference to the Noble that Francis had supposedly poisoned. He takes a bite of the fish, and attempts to stave off a mildly pleasured look, from how nice the fish tasted. He doubted he'd tasted such nicely cooked fish before in his life.
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