Kind of a food, transitional chapter. Sorry if it makes you hungry! I'm just a hungry hungry teenager right now and it was the only thing that I could think of to do. XD
I don't own Assassin's Creed III, Ubisoft does. And I don't own Marie and James Porter. Yumi-chan does~. Enjoy~!
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Marie had fixed dinner that night with the help of two others, a smile on her lips as she cooked. Her young son James helped her a little bit, getting her the items she needed, such as pots and pans and cooking utensils. Connor even offered to help, cutting the fish properly and applying some spices before cutting it into strips. He coated some strips of the fish in flour so they woud be breaded. He passed the unbreaded slices to the woman, softly explaining that grain was a good thing for a growing young man such as James. Marie found that she couldn't help but agree with the man, smiling at him as she did so. After all, her little boy ate his fruits and vegetables and meats, but he hardly ever got the chance to eat his grain. Checking the fish in the small skillet she had on the stove top, she glanced at James. "James, sweety, can you go out to mommy's garden and get her a head of lettuce, a couple of carrots, a few tomatoes, two lemons, and a vegetable of your choice?"
James beamed brightly, nodding his head so fast that it surprised his mother that it wasn't flying off of his shoulders. "Of course, mama!" he told her, running out the back door. He was back within a couple of minutes, his shirt used as a makeshift basket to hold the items that his mother had asked for. He went to hand them to her, but she stopped him, telling him to hand them to Connor so he could wash them. Smiling, he handed the items to the Assassin in front of him. "Here you go, Connor!" he told him excitedly. Once everything was gone from his shirt-basket, he looked at his mother. "Is there anything else, mama?"
Marie looked up in thought slightly before shaking her head. "Not that I can think of, sweety," she told him delicately. "But maybe Uncle Achilles has something for you to do. Why don't you go see him, hmm?" Watching James rush off to find the old black man, she looked at the Native American as he washed off the items she had requested. "Mr. Kenway? Would you mind watching over the fish for a couple of minutes after you're done washing the vegetables and fruits?"
Connor nodded. Once he was done, he placed the items on a clean cloth. Moving all of the other items out of the woman's way, he took her place at the stove.
The woman smiled slightly, walking over to the sink. She quickly washed her hands off before pulling out a large bowl from a cabinet above the counter. Setting it on the counter itself, she began making a rather large salad. She started by pulling the lettuce from its home, lightly tearing each large piece into two. She continued this for a while until the head of lettuce was gone. She then cut one of the lemons in half, holding one half up above the bowl. Squeezing it, the lemon slice released its sour juices into the lettuce. She then cut up one of the carrots into small slices, tossing them into the bowl. She did the same with one of the tomatoes. She aldo did the same with the celery her son brought in, noting that it was his favorite vegetable when it came to salads. And he had brought more than enough to feed all four of them. Once all of the ingredients were in there, she began to toss the salad delicately. She then repeated the process over and over until both lemons were gone.
"Well, there we go," Marie smiled. "We now have a delicious, healthy salad to go with our fish."
"Should we cook up another item of meat?" Connor questioned with a raised brow as he turned the fish over in the skillet.
"Hmm... No, I don't think so," the woman replied. "Though we do need a type of grain..." She looked at Connor. "Do you know how to make a loaf of bread by any chance?" Her question was answered in the negative. She sighed softly. "Could you go over to the neighbor's then and ask if we may borrow a loaf? Tell them that I promise to pay them back for it when I have the money..."
Connor nodded and quickly left, doing as the woman had asked of him. He returned shortly with a nice sized loaf of bread. "Perhaps we could slice the bread and I can slice some of the turkey that I hunted and we can make some turkey sandwiches?" he offered softly.
"Ooh, I like that idea!" chirped Marie. "I'll go get the turkey..." Hurrying out of the room, she went to the cellar. She then retrieved the salted turkey and returned without delay. Together, the two made several sandwiches, two for each person. "Perhaps we could make some mashed potatoes to go with this meal... What do you think, Mr. Kenway?"
"I think that perhaps we may be going a little overboard now..."
Marie blushed faintly, giggling. "Oh, I do believe that you may right in saying that, Mr. Kenway..." she agreed. "Why don't we finish up the fish and work on making these sandwiches?" Receiving a nod from the Assassin in front of her, the two worked on finishing up the dinner they had prepared. Marie worked on the sandwiches, applying a double layer of one slice of thinly sliced turkey on each one. She had wanted to place lettuce and tomatoes on them as well, but they were sorely lacking both in the kitchen at the moment. She rushed outside and retrieved another head of lettuce and a tomato. Returning, the woman washed both under some water. Once that was done, she made quick work of finishing up the sandwiches. Soon enough, both of them had completed the meal.
"Are you ready to serve?" smiled Marie.
"Let us set the table first," nodded Connor.
Together, the two set the table with plates and forks and knives and napkins before setting the food in the center of the table. Marie called for Achilles and James, and soon enough, all four of them were at the table, their heads bowed and their hands together as they said their grace.
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~Usagi
