Today, I go back to something I explored in my first entry for the Lilanette Week 2018: Lila's relationship with Paris' climate. May be part of why she did what she did, depending on where she had previously been… But anyway, I'll take the chance to write a scene I've been hoping to write for a while: Lila and someone else at a certain restaurant.

Day 5: Holidays

"BROCCA TROPPO!"

If there was a thing Marinette loved above all of her girlfriend was how expressive she could be. Except for her appreciations on the climate-not only she would usually do them in Romanesco, that she didn't understand as well as proper Italian, but tended to shout them. Still, she could make an educate guess on what she had said.

"Too cold?" as usual.

"Too cold." Lila confirmed. "Humanity evolved in Africa alongside coffee(1), why do we have to live so far north?!"

"It's not so bad…"

"Compared to what's coming. I can't even imagine how bad will it be at Christmas. Or suffer it: I'm going back to Rome for the vacations."

Wait, what?

"And… Well, I'd like you to come with me." Lila proposed.

"Uh-Really? Yes! Yes, I want to! But only if you show me your favorite places too. Your favorite monuments, your favorite park, your favorite restaurant…"

"The restaurant may not be a good idea…"

"The restaurant too."

"Very well. But I warn you: it's the most typical restaurant of Rome."

"Aò! So' 'rivate e' frocie!"

Marinette looked at the waiter in shock. That was close enough to standard Italian she had understood it-and why did he say that?!

"Nun è colpa nostra, i rigazzi nostri eran da te!"

And Lila shouted back?!

Then Marinette remembered something, and looked again at the sign. That loudly proclaimed what kind of place that was.

"Why did I expect anything else from a restaurant called "the swearword"(2)?" she mumbled as Lila exchanged insults with the waiter.

Author notes

(1)The currently accepted theory about the origin of modern humans proposes that they originated in the Horn of Africa… That, by happenstance, is also where coffee comes from.

(2)Cencio la Parolaccia (Cencio being the nickname of the first owner and "la Parolaccia" meaning "the swearword") is an actual restaurant in Rome, best known for its entertainment: songs in Romanesco filled with swearwords and waiters that verbally abuse the diners. Romans have a reputation about that, and the founder was smart enough to take advantage of that.