Chapter 7 Froi Grois

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"…Are you cold?" Seto asked as he placed his arm around Serenity's shoulder. They were sitting next to the pool, their clothes still a little damp from the little swim they took.

"Not really." She smiled. It was so romantic: Sitting under the moonlight, just barely able to hear the music from inside, with a kind, handsome man. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this content with herself.

Her stomach growled, and she realized she hadn't eaten. She smiled to cover up her embarrassment. "Sorry, I guess I should've eaten before I came."

"It's okay, I'm kind of hungry myself. Do you…want to go get something to eat?"

"Like a…date?"

"Mm…If you want to call it that, sure." he smiled. "I know this great place not too far from here. We'll be back in no time.

"Uh, what about our clothes?" She asked, looking at her dress. It wasn't dripping anymore, but it still clung to her legs.

"No one will care, and if they do, what does it matter? What business is it of theirs why we're drenched from head to toe? Come on, I know you want to ride in my limo again."

"Well…" She looked into his eyes. God, how could she say no to those eyes? "Okay, as long as we get back before the party ends." They stood up and, hand in hand, walked to the parking lot.

The first thing Serenity noticed when they approached Seto's limo was that Joey's foul writing was gone. She decided not to bring it up again, just in case he was still harboring some anger over the incident. His driver held the door open for her, smiling.

"Thank you." She said as she got in. He nodded, and Seto sat next to her.

"Serenity, do you like French food?"

"I've…never had it." She admitted. Money was so tight, the only type of restaurant she usually ate at had a drive through window and dancing clown…or bear…or something of the sort.

"Well, now's your time to try it. Take us to Chez Pierre." He ordered the driver, his French accent flawless. "You're going to love this."

Chez Pierre wasn't far from the hotel (after all, they were in the good part of town, aka, the rich part of town.) so they arrived in less than ten minutes. Serenity had never eaten in a place like it before, and she felt a little self-conscious when they walked in, not only because her clothes were still slightly damp, but because she knew she didn't fit in. She knew people were looking at her, judging her for what they saw: A small, scared girl in a moist dress, trying to look like she belonged, and for a minute, it bothered her. But when Seto took her hand and smiled reassuringly at her, she knew it didn't matter. She was here, with him, and no matter what the other rich, snobby, stuck up people thought of her wasn't important.

The waiter raised his nose at their appearance, but when Seto told him who he was, he immediately led them to their seat: a two person table. She didn't understand one bit of the menu, so Seto ordered for her. For drinks, they had Perrie, which was actually just a fancy name for sparkling water. For their meal, an assortment of different dishes was brought out, but the main food was something called Froi Grois.

"Um…Seto?" Serenity asked, looking down at the food.

"Hmm?"

"…I think it's looking at me. What is it?"

"It's Froi Grois. Don't worry, it's good." He took a bite of his. "Mmm. See? Try some."

"Okay…" She took a bite. It was a strange taste, not unpleasant, just…different. "It's good." She said thoughtfully. "What exactly is it?"

He got the same mischievous smile on his face as when he pulled her into the pool. "It's goose liver." He said and quickly looked down at his food to keep from bursting out laughing at the expression of sheer horror on her face.

"You're...you're joking, right? This isn't really goose liver, is it?" She looked down at the plate and shuddered. "Please tell me you're lying."

"Now Serenity, I'm a respectable man." He began to smile. "I don't lie. And wait until you find out what you're getting for desert." He laughed. Serenity gave him her most menacing glare, but she looked so pathetic that he just laughed harder. Soon she was laughing too, until a rather rude woman at another table 'Shhhh'-ed at them.

"So, what do you think of it?" He asked after recovering from his fit of chortling.

"Well, I never thought I'd eat goose liver in my life. Now I can say I did."

"Yeah, that's a way to think of it." He smiled at her. "Now, try this." he picked some sort of cream-filled-ball-type thing and threw it at her, expecting her to catch it. Instead, she missed, and it hit her in the face, getting cream all over her. His eyes widened, then he just started laughing again. The rude woman at the other table 'Shhhh!'-ed at them again.

"Aw, shut up." Seto said, turning around to her. When he turned back, he got a face full of goose liver. "Y-you…" He stuttered. After he wiped it off, he threw some back at her. She gasped and blocked her face with her hands. Then, she took a handful of some greenish pudding like stuff and threw it at him. He dunked to where only a little bit got in his hair, but the 'Shhhh'-ing woman behind them was hit in the face.

"…Oops…" Serenity said. The woman was stricken speechless. She glared at Serenity with hatred and then, picking up her Crème Brule, attacked. Unfortunately, the flying custard never made it to it's target. Instead, it hit a poor, innocent waiter, causing him to slip. The meals he had been carrying flew from his hands, hitting even more innocent people. The end result? A chaotic food fight, one ruined wig owned by the 'Shhh!' lady, and Seto and Serenity's banishment from the Chez Pierre.

"Well…That was fun." Seto said to break the silence between them as they walked back to his limo. Serenity smiled.

"How come, every time I see you, my dress is sooner or later ruined?" She asked, looking at the garment which was now not only wet, but covered in a three course meal from a ritzy French restaurant. He shrugged.

"You know what, Serenity? You bring out the worst in me." He smiled.

"Ditto." She said. He leaned down and kissed her lips again. The driver, who was standing by the door of the limo, waiting, turned away and pretended not to notice.

"Mmm…you taste like Crème Brule."

"Gee, thanks." She smiled.

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