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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 25, 2006 17:05:29 GMT -5
"yes! in fact you will make the eggs" she said summoning another skillet and a bowl of eggs. She also turned and removed a brick of butter from the icebox just behind her. "You have at it and I'll correct you if need be!" she said smiling not knowing what Isabella would do in the kitchen.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 25, 2006 18:14:49 GMT -5
"Um, OK," Isabella said nevously. She finished her sweet bread and walked over to the stove. After mixing the eggs around , she heated up the pan and dropped some butter in it. Then she added the eggs, and looked over at Voltaire worriedly. "Now what?" she said, laughing slightly at her own uncertainty.
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Post by marie on Sept 25, 2006 18:18:55 GMT -5
Yawning Anna woke up.Rubbing her eyes she looked around.She could see a light in the kitchen so she wandered over to it.Walking over to the doorway the light hit her eyes."Im a wake!"she muttered adjusting her eyes."Morning!"she said brightly
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 25, 2006 18:23:00 GMT -5
"It's about time, lazy!" said Rori smiling at Anna and giving her a hug. "Man you sleep like a rock," she giggled.
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Post by marie on Sept 25, 2006 18:25:17 GMT -5
Anna returned the hug then broke away grinning."Aww thanks that means alot."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 25, 2006 18:26:45 GMT -5
"Good morning, Anna!" Isabella said. "Breakfast should be ready in a bit. Just hope I don't burn the eggs!" She stirred them a little bit in the skillet.
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Post by marie on Sept 25, 2006 18:29:05 GMT -5
"Morning,and if you do burn them we can always have someone else cook them."Anna said sighed and sitting in one o' the chairs.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 25, 2006 22:52:42 GMT -5
"Well, I want to learn this, so I'll give it my best," Isabella said, frowning. She felt strange... she was used to being good at almost everything she did, but here in the kitchen, she felt lost. She stirred the eggs some more and looked over at Voltaire with puppy-dog eyes.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 20:52:04 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled at his wife and his mother shut the fire out with a flick of her wand and floated the rest of the meal to the kitchen table. they spared formality for breakfast and ate inthe kitchen. "now we will see just how much you need to learn!" she said as she dished up the food. Voltaire shot his father a side long glance and he received a short glare and a curt knod. he began to eat quitely.
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 26, 2006 21:03:14 GMT -5
Rori looked between her Uncle and Voltaire, knowing something had to be up, but she figured it best not to say a word, after all, she didn't want to be yelled at for sticking her nose where it didn't belong. "Morning Voltiare, Uncle, and Marie," said Rori with a smile and starting to eat.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 21:05:28 GMT -5
Isabella looked at the eggs on her plate. They didn't look burned... "Are they OK? I didn't mess them up, did I?" she asked, feeling a bit flustered.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 21:08:12 GMT -5
"No they are perfect" said voltaire looking quitely at his wife and smiling at her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 21:15:37 GMT -5
"You're just saying that," Isabella said, frowning. She took a bite and was surprised to find that they weren't bad at all. She smiled. "OK, I guess they're not bad... maybe there's hope for me yet."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 21:18:10 GMT -5
"dearest, with love, everything tastes better" said marie kicking her husband under the table and muttered to him in french to stop sulking.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 21:32:37 GMT -5
Isabella smiled and began to eat. She looked over at her father in law, noticing the tension he seemed to be wearing around him like a cloak. She hoped for Voltaire's sake that he would be able to forgive his son and that he wasn't just holding his anger inside to avoid another scene.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 21:39:03 GMT -5
Evariste tried to be civil, but he was was loosing his battle with bitterness and hurt. He looked at his son and saw the man he was and saw the man he is and just felt so betrayed. But he wouldn't start anything now.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 21:45:39 GMT -5
Isabella took a sip of tea and turned her attention to Marie. "After breakfast, if you'd like, I could show you the wedding pictures. Voltaire's best man, Vincent, took some really nice pictures."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 22:00:31 GMT -5
"Oh that's a wonderful idea! and Evariste and the girls can go and pick out the tree, Voltaire why don't you go along with them? I know you probably won't want to hear about picking dresses or anything like that!" she said with a smile that said "young man go with your father!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 22:08:35 GMT -5
Isabella looked quickly from Voltaire to Evariste. She was glad Anna and Rori would be there to diffuse any possible tension. She smiled back at Marie. "It was a lovely wedding, really... Rori and Anna looked so pretty in their bridesmaid gowns. I really feel guilty about not inviting you... I really should have thought about it sooner, but everything happened so fast..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 26, 2006 22:21:11 GMT -5
"awesome" said Voltaire poking at his food now thinking of his outting with his father.
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