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bucuresti[Upon finding out about his own apartment, Mihail was quite plainly delighted to find that, aside from obvious apartment-like changes, his room was just as it had been in HQ. Of course, it's only in his nature to want to throw a sort of housewarming party, seeing as how technically, it's still a new place. True to Bucharest style, it's a lavish sort of affair, with plenty of wine in crystal decanters, beer, whiskey, and any other amount of alcoholic beverage being strategically placed as though he was the feng shui master of inebriation. Though, that doesn't mean it's all a grand river of fermented who-knows-what, as there is some tea (exotic and well-brewed), coffee, and water.
Naturally, he wouldn't be a good host without the food, and there is certainly a gracious amount of that. The spread on his table consists of things like ciorda de peste, mamaliga with stuffed cabbage, Romanian-style pierogi, and of course pork, since no true Romanian would go without some huge amount of meat. To finish it all off as far as dessert, there's cozonaci, which he would usually save for Easter, but it's delicious no matter when you eat it, and then his centerpiece, amandine cake. All of it is covered with garnishes and decorations, naturally illuminated by candlelight.
All are welcome, seeing as how it is a party, after all. Mihail just sips at some wine on one of the sofas, dressed somewhat casually (though it is Dior, so spilling anything on it might mean death).]
Naturally, he wouldn't be a good host without the food, and there is certainly a gracious amount of that. The spread on his table consists of things like ciorda de peste, mamaliga with stuffed cabbage, Romanian-style pierogi, and of course pork, since no true Romanian would go without some huge amount of meat. To finish it all off as far as dessert, there's cozonaci, which he would usually save for Easter, but it's delicious no matter when you eat it, and then his centerpiece, amandine cake. All of it is covered with garnishes and decorations, naturally illuminated by candlelight.
All are welcome, seeing as how it is a party, after all. Mihail just sips at some wine on one of the sofas, dressed somewhat casually (though it is Dior, so spilling anything on it might mean death).]
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/in which dj absolutely hates spicy food
Date: 2010-10-12 08:35 pm (UTC)[]
/mika can't eat spicy food ;n;
Date: 2010-10-12 08:42 pm (UTC)Thank you very much.
[ooc: Also bbl, gotta run into town real quick.]