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DeeDee:
YOUNG ENNIS:
((He cannot believe his eyes. Spaghetti Carbonara, mussels, calamari, caesar salad))
%%Wow, he must be cooking all day fer me%%
((Feels a tear in his eye))
Hey bud, you needn't bother to go to all this trouble here, ya know. I kin get on jes' fine with bacon and bananas. Not that I'm complainin', mind ya, its just, well,.....
((Ennis cannot finish his thought, his mind flooding with these feelings he knows are wrong, but doesn't care.))
%%"That's amore.."%%
Becky:
((Sheep strolls on, hands on hips. Looks around with a "Ello, ello, what's goin on here?" look about it. Spots feast and moves in for the kill))
Oh Spaghetti Carbonara, mussels, calamari, caesar salad.. Thanks guys! Um I mean ...Baaaaa!
((Tucks into feast. And in the process pees on Jack as a sign of appreciation. Once finished saunters off into the sunset with the charlestoning elk who steals a few bananas))
Thanks chaps! See ya later suckas! ;D
Daniel:
YOUNG JACK:
((smiles as he sits down next to Ennis with a plate full of a little bit of everything.))
Whatcha wanna try first? The calamarey? You like this here dippin' sauce, right?
((at Ennis's nod, Jack grabs up a small piece of calamari and dips it in the marinara sauce. He lifts it up to Ennis's mouth, letting his slightly greasy fingers brush against Ennis's lips as he gently inserts the fried delicacy.))
((in a husky voice, only slightly hoarse))
Please, Ennis, it's a pleasure, doin' this fer ya. Didn' go to no trouble 'tall.
Lumière:
--- Quote from: DeeDee on July 14, 2006, 07:04:04 pm ---YOUNG ENNIS:
((He cannot believe his eyes. Spaghetti Carbonara, mussels, calamari, caesar salad))
--- End quote ---
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What a feast indeed: :o
Bloody hell! How did Jack cook all that from bacon, beans and bananas?? :D
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Daniel:
YOUNG JACK:
%% Who me...? told y'all before. Can't cook to save ma life... Last time I tried it - burned down tha kitchen. Course, my ma did say to me, its not how the food's made, but whatcha do with it.%%
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