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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 12:01:59 GMT -5
"I told you I was refraining, didn't I?" Cara defended, raising her eyebrows. She knew that Roland would make a point of not doing whatever she said, so it was just best not to say it at this point. As happy as Roland was, it sounded like their relationship was actually in a fairly delicate place.
"Tonks? The one who's been in trouble for what he's done to Andromeda? Lovely, Roland. I'm a little hurt that you take *his* advice over mine." Still, curiousity got the best of her, and she asked, "What did he tell you?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 12:11:34 GMT -5
Roland let out a laugh. "Believe me, I was a little surprised that I was listening to him, too. But I guess the whole story with Andromeda was not what we thought, because they're back together. He seems pretty happy... there must have been a misunderstanding. He's actually a pretty nice guy... I had drinks with him and Arthur Weasley the other night. He just told me to kiss her. That's all."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 14:54:26 GMT -5
Cara frowned and rolled her eyes. "I could have told you to just kiss her, you know."
She finished her sandwhich, keeping an eye on both Mathieu and Roland's plates for when they were finished. "You know what, Roland? I think we have some left overs from last night. I'll send you back with those... with a cooling charm so you can just keep them in your desk until you go home."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 15:04:41 GMT -5
Roland gave her a look. "You're my mother," he said. "You're a little too invested in my happiness. Tonks is a neutral party. It's a little easier to follow his advice, because he's not as close to the situation as you are."
He ate a little more of his sandwich, but glanced up at her offer of leftovers. "That's not necessary," he said quickly. "Maybe I can get Riley to make me some pasta tonight."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 15:09:14 GMT -5
Cara sighed. Perhaps Roland was right... a friend telling you to kiss a girl was a little different than your mother saying it to you. Still, it hurt a little, but she didn't let that stop her from being happy about him kissing Riley.
"Are you sure? They'll keep for a few days, and what if Riley's busy tonight? One of these days, you should learn how to cook and surprise her. Find out what one of her favorite meals is and come over here, and I'll teach you. Wouldn't that be sweet?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 15:51:14 GMT -5
Roland sighed softly. "If you insist," he said of the leftovers. "But you really don't have to. I'm fine."
Her offer to teach him how to cook was sweet, but he really didn't see it happening. His inability to cook wasn't just because he hadn't tried, or he didn't know how. He simply had no talent for it. He'd tried, and every attempt had been a miserable failure. "I don't know, Mum. I'm really a bad cook. I could maybe make her sandwiches, but I think that's about the best I could hope for."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 15:58:59 GMT -5
Cara smiled, and then, in her most supportive voice, said, "Who knows? Maybe sandwhiches are her favorite thing to ear."
Though, from what she heard from Roland, she gathered that it was pasta. She knew Roland, though, and if he didn't think he could learn to cook something, she wouldn't force him. He'd find something else ssweet to woo the girl with.
She stood from the table, still talking to them as she started to gather their leftovers for him.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 16:40:38 GMT -5
"Maybe," Roland said doubtfully. "I don't know. The only thing I know she likes is pasta. I can't even do that. Since I moved out, I really did gain a new appeciation for your cooking."
He had finished his sandwich now, and he leaned back to watch her as she prepared a leftover package for him. You simply couldn't ask a mother not to fuss over you, he supposed.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 16:44:29 GMT -5
Cara smiled. "That actually makes me very happy to hear that, Roland. And it also means you should come over for dinner more often. I'm not asking you to move back in... just when you're sick of restaurant food and Riley's too busy to cook for you, you'll always have a warm meal here."
She came back with a couple wrapped up dishes for him, and then took his empty plate, as well as Mathieu's, and set them in the sink.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 16:54:29 GMT -5
He took the package from her, smiling softly. "Thanks, Mum," he said. "Um... I should really get going, back to the office. But thanks for lunch... and for listening to me."
He stood up and wrapped his arms around her in a long hug. "I love you."
He then turned to his father, who had stood up, and did the same thing. When he finally pulled away, he was smiling brightly. "Have a good day. And, hey... happy new year."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 17:00:32 GMT -5
Cara smiled, hugging her son back. He was acting so.. odd for him. But then, he was in love now, and she was just glad that he was smiling the way he was. It made her incredibly happy.
"We love you, too, Roland. And Happy New Year to you."
At least he was taking the food. That put her mind at easy a bit. At least one meal was taken care of, and she made a mental note to remember to send him left overs whenever possible.
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 17:59:26 GMT -5
Mathieu hugged his son as well, although he shared Roland's general dislike of random hugs. He smiled, but there was a tiny bit of worry in his eyes. He couldn't quite explain why, but something about Roland's smile seemed just a little too bright all of a sudden.
"Happy new year, Roland," he said. "Take care, and we'll talk to you soon, OK? Give Riley our best."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 29, 2009 18:10:13 GMT -5
Roland nodded and smiled. "I will. Thanks again." He turned and headed for the door. "Bye!" he said, waving.
Once outside, he stared down at the leftovers in his hand for just a minute. His smile had faded. He was planning to take a very big risk tonight, and for the first time, he was starting to realize what the consequences might be.
Sighing, he apparated back to the office.
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