Chapter Three: I TOLD you to get the California Roll.
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Draco's exuberance towards American Muggles put himself ahead of Arthur Weasley. "I cannot believe muggles created all of this without magic." He said, surveying the view from the top of the Sears Tower.
"Draco, you're yelling again." Angelie said. "You're going to attract attention."
"Like my leather pants aren't enough." Draco grinned.
"Draco, you're not wearing your leather pants today. You're in khakis." Angelie replied.
Draco looked at his attire. "Damn. I was trying to shift the blame to something tangible."
"And your interest in Muggles is not?" Angelie asked. Draco looked at her oddly.
"MUUUUM. Ryan's not sharing the telema-thingy." Arissa complained, sulking in an all too familiar Draco-esque manner.
"Telescope?" Draco offered.
"Yeah, that. He's not sharing." Arissa said. Draco scooped up his son and decided to read the information panels on the Sears Tower to him.
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"You're sure you don't want to eat seaweed with us?" Angelie asked the children.
"Blargh, never." Ryan said, crinkling his nose. "We'll be fine with the hamburgers mum, thanks."
"Yeah, that's disgusting mother." Arissa said, turning her attention to the TV.
"I'll be putting a protection spell on the suite, and by nine o'clock you both should be in bed." Draco said before shutting the door, and then tapping it with his wand. "So Angelie, where am I being taken tonight?"
"There's a sushi restaurant on Ontario Street. Rated 8.4 out of 10." Angelie replied. "Come on let's go."
"No wait, I need to get back into our hotel room." Draco replied.
"Why?" Angelie asked.
"Because, there, I can change into my leather pants." Draco said smartly. Angelie rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the hand.
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"I'll have the Seigo Sushi." Draco said to the waiter, after scanning the list.
"Ah, adventurous are we?" The waiter said. "Excellent choice. And you miss?"
"I'll just have the California Rolls." Angelie replied.
"Wonderful. Your orders will be out soon." He said, taking their menus and walking off.
"California rolls? Why didn't you go for the fish? You said this was one of the best sushi places in town." Draco said.
"Because, Draco, I don't like eating raw fish." Angelie replied. "You know the whole sickness thing."
"No I don't." Draco said smugly.
"Oh right, you were never PREGNANT." Angelie said, clearing her throat afterwards as to draw attention away from herself.
Draco sighed. "So besides the fact that you WERE a former workaholic, this is the other reason I divorced you? Because you and I didn't get along?"
"Probably." Angelie shrugged. "I don't have a clue."
Their food arrived and was arranged so elegantly they both forgot what their arguments were. Draco began to ravenously feed on his sushi, and a somewhat stunned Angelie stared at him for a moment as he ate before starting on her own plate. After three rolls she couldn't finish the other six and gladly gave Draco her plate.
Draco decided to pay for the bill. "Care to walk down Michigan Avenue with me?"
"Do I have a choice?" Angelie asked, a bit off because of the glass of champagne that was ordered at the end of their meal.
"No, not really." Draco laughed. They walked down the street, talking casually about things going on with their friends.
"Hermione's told me that Elijah's been teaching her kids too much Muggle history. Now they're spouting off a LOT of strange facts." Angelie replied.
"Doesn't surprise me. Elijah's always been good with children." Draco said, slightly chuckling to himself. He made a sort of gurgly noise.
"What was that?" Angelie said, constraining her laughter.
"Just a little dizzy." Draco said.
"Northwestern Hospital is just up there." Angelie replied. "See Draco, THIS is why I took the California rolls."
"Oh shove off." Draco said, his head ache getting worse by the step.
~*~
Draco's exuberance towards American Muggles put himself ahead of Arthur Weasley. "I cannot believe muggles created all of this without magic." He said, surveying the view from the top of the Sears Tower.
"Draco, you're yelling again." Angelie said. "You're going to attract attention."
"Like my leather pants aren't enough." Draco grinned.
"Draco, you're not wearing your leather pants today. You're in khakis." Angelie replied.
Draco looked at his attire. "Damn. I was trying to shift the blame to something tangible."
"And your interest in Muggles is not?" Angelie asked. Draco looked at her oddly.
"MUUUUM. Ryan's not sharing the telema-thingy." Arissa complained, sulking in an all too familiar Draco-esque manner.
"Telescope?" Draco offered.
"Yeah, that. He's not sharing." Arissa said. Draco scooped up his son and decided to read the information panels on the Sears Tower to him.
~*~
"You're sure you don't want to eat seaweed with us?" Angelie asked the children.
"Blargh, never." Ryan said, crinkling his nose. "We'll be fine with the hamburgers mum, thanks."
"Yeah, that's disgusting mother." Arissa said, turning her attention to the TV.
"I'll be putting a protection spell on the suite, and by nine o'clock you both should be in bed." Draco said before shutting the door, and then tapping it with his wand. "So Angelie, where am I being taken tonight?"
"There's a sushi restaurant on Ontario Street. Rated 8.4 out of 10." Angelie replied. "Come on let's go."
"No wait, I need to get back into our hotel room." Draco replied.
"Why?" Angelie asked.
"Because, there, I can change into my leather pants." Draco said smartly. Angelie rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the hand.
~*~
"I'll have the Seigo Sushi." Draco said to the waiter, after scanning the list.
"Ah, adventurous are we?" The waiter said. "Excellent choice. And you miss?"
"I'll just have the California Rolls." Angelie replied.
"Wonderful. Your orders will be out soon." He said, taking their menus and walking off.
"California rolls? Why didn't you go for the fish? You said this was one of the best sushi places in town." Draco said.
"Because, Draco, I don't like eating raw fish." Angelie replied. "You know the whole sickness thing."
"No I don't." Draco said smugly.
"Oh right, you were never PREGNANT." Angelie said, clearing her throat afterwards as to draw attention away from herself.
Draco sighed. "So besides the fact that you WERE a former workaholic, this is the other reason I divorced you? Because you and I didn't get along?"
"Probably." Angelie shrugged. "I don't have a clue."
Their food arrived and was arranged so elegantly they both forgot what their arguments were. Draco began to ravenously feed on his sushi, and a somewhat stunned Angelie stared at him for a moment as he ate before starting on her own plate. After three rolls she couldn't finish the other six and gladly gave Draco her plate.
Draco decided to pay for the bill. "Care to walk down Michigan Avenue with me?"
"Do I have a choice?" Angelie asked, a bit off because of the glass of champagne that was ordered at the end of their meal.
"No, not really." Draco laughed. They walked down the street, talking casually about things going on with their friends.
"Hermione's told me that Elijah's been teaching her kids too much Muggle history. Now they're spouting off a LOT of strange facts." Angelie replied.
"Doesn't surprise me. Elijah's always been good with children." Draco said, slightly chuckling to himself. He made a sort of gurgly noise.
"What was that?" Angelie said, constraining her laughter.
"Just a little dizzy." Draco said.
"Northwestern Hospital is just up there." Angelie replied. "See Draco, THIS is why I took the California rolls."
"Oh shove off." Draco said, his head ache getting worse by the step.