Chapter 8 – Dessert for Daroga
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A/N: My much awaited chapter, by my enthusiast phriends, Lizzie, and Jenni. Everyone, blame them that I never updated sooner!! (especially Jenni) (although it was fun sending threatening letters back and forth with Lizzie). Because of them, I just got annoyed at people bugging me to update, so I refused to update sooner. (You should have seen the things they tried...trying to hold my SK's Phantom ransom, sending me threatening emails, trying to bribe me with brownies...) Yeah, so, everyone, blame them that I didn't update sooner!!
NadirI headed down to the house on the lake – Lake Averne, as Erik affectionately called it – keeping an eye out for any lurking foppish Viscounts. Not spotting any today, I continued on my way, letting myself in the door.
"Erik?" I called when I entered.
"We're in the kitchen!" he called back.
I never heard Erik sounds so cheerful. I walked into the kitchen, to be greeted with a picturesque sight.
Christine sat on the counter top, (not a lady-like thing to do, although seeing her casually reclining on the counter, laughing at one of Erik's stories, it almost looked proper) watching Erik cook.
The heat made her flush slightly, and her hair flowered femininely over her shoulders. I could completely understand why Erik loved her so much. She was beautiful. (A/N: To those of you who might possibly be confused, NOTHING is going to happen between Nadir and Christine. Ew.)
She touched Erik lightly on the shoulder, nodding her head towards me.
Erik touched a few more dials, moved some utensils, set down some plates, arranged some pots, and turned to me, wiping his hands on a cloth.
"Welcome," he announced grandly, spreading his arms dramatically wide, "to our home."
Christine hopped down off the counter top, and came over to give me a hug. I surprised myself at how much I felt at home here. Erik fiddled around some more with the numerous dials and gadgets around the stove, while I looked on in amazement.
Cooking was completely beyond me. I had never really cooked for myself before, as Darius handled that sort of thing. But, as we sat down to eat, I really possessed a strong feeling to learn. The way Erik so effortlessly produced a meal - One sniff could make anyone salivate - It made me want to learn, although, I knew no one could match his standards on anything – cooking, architecture, music, science, medicine...goodness knows, he probably knew many other fields that I've never even heard of.
Christine was the first to finish eating, dropping her fork on to the plate with a contented sigh. Erik finished next, and I followed shortly after, sure I had just tasted the food of the angels.
"Erik," I said, "You've really outdone yourself today."
He looked a little surprised. "You can't be full already, Daroga, I made dessert too!"
Christine started to laugh, and I did, too, Erik staring at us strangely. Then, he joined in, laughing the loudest of us all.
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Again, I apologize for shortness. I would have posted another chapter today, but I don't have tiiime. The thing I'm always running out of. Please, review!
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