C - Culture
(Gambit X Colossus)
"It's really red."
"It is supposed to be red, my friend. Tis' Borscht."
"It looks like blood wit' chunks cher."
"Again, it is supposed to be this color Gambit."
Gambit wrinkled his nose and peered into the pot as Colossus gave it a slow stir.
"Is good Remy. You try, yes?" The look Piotr gave Remy at that moment had him caving in before he could even form a protest.
"Fine. Remy try, bu' only if you try some of Remy's famous gumbo tamorra' night. Deal?"
"Deal, Remy. Almos' done too." Piotr shot Remy an amused look, holding up a spoon with a small amount of Borscht filling it. "Give it a taste, yes?" Remy eyed the spoon as if it was secretly a weapon hellbent on ruining him. Piotr gave him that look again and Gambit hesitantly leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the spoon in his comrade's hand. The taste itself astounded Remy and he let out a little moan of pleasure around the spoon as he swallowed, pulling off of it with a pop. It was sour, but sweet.
The larger male's face turned red and he quickly placed the spoon down on the counter, turning back to stir the Borscht.
"How-How was it? I personally think Borscht best served cold, but that just me-"
"It was delicious cher. Qui'e surprisingly. Remy t'ink a pinch of salt might do though."
Colossus looked down at his auburn haired friend, smiling faintly. This was nice, sharing something like this with Remy was nice.
"I'm glad you like, Remy. I can't wait to try your gumbo tomorrow." Remy returned the other's smile, stealing another spoonful of Piotr's Borscht. "Привет! Remy!"
The Cajun snickered and jumped out of the way as Colossus swung playfully at him.
This was nice.