†002 - Definitely not allergic to garlic.

[bucuresti]

[Mihail decided that he needed to get around to cooking something. Back at home, this time of year yields some of the best food his country has to offer. Lucky for him, he's got the blessing of being a pretty decent cook. However, this only really applies to food from his region (Romanian food is more like Turkish, Russian, Ukrainian, and German food combined) so things like hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, and pizza aren't exactly within his...skills.

So he's going at making any number of things, specifically mamaliga (Romanian "peasant" cornbread that goes great with sour cream), frigarui (really spiced up kebabs), and of all things, baklava. There seems to be a cloud of garlic powder and any number of spices floating around him, and there's a gratuitous amount of pork, among other meat. Romanians like their meat, y'know.

This is more like stress relief for him, other than just traditional winter cooking time. He hasn't had the best month and he's just gotten over being sick for the umpteenth time, so cooking seems like an awesome stress reliever.

He's more than willing to share (his inner Romanian grandma will probably say you look too skinny and then shove some mamaliga in your mouth), but there is a degree of acquired taste to this stuff, except maybe the baklava.]

Comments

[gulags.livejournal.com]

Just a - [ migraine, some nausea, i can't feel my fingers. suddenly muted, like a television set. ]

I did not know you were sick. [ he spares a lingering glance, but the kettle whistles and his attention is suddenly divided between mihail and his tea. ]

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Ah-- []

Your tea is ready.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ nodding. innocuously pouring himself a cup of tea with a slice of lemon and some sort of syrup mixed in. it's funny how someone so big and intimidating and rough drinks tea, of all things. ]

Homesick?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Not...particularly. Targoviste is here now. []

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ stop being emo and smile. you know it's funny. ]

...Who? [ it's lovesickness isn't it? and yuri ignoring it just...yeah, peachy keen. ]

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Targoviste, my sister. About this tall--[]--and very pretty. I think you would like her. []

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ kinda jealous, not going to lie. not that he can't speak of his family proudly, it's the fact that...he doesn't really dote on them. ]

Oh. Are you sure?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Very s-- [] Probably.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ hence why he asked. no use in lying to him. ]

Right.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Well, I would still like for you two to meet each other, at least. []

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ do you honestly think that's a good idea? he brings the cup to his lips. ]

That would... ah, I do not know. [ prolonged sip. ]

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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That is, if you want to meet her. I can't force you to. []

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ :| ]

I do not think...it would go well. [ what was that? ]

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Um... Please? For me?

one of two.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ urge to disappear rising. he has to put the cup down to stop his hands from shaking; 's'just like a shiver, nothing else, it's really nothing serious, but he doesn't want anyone to see that. ]

Oh.

[gulags.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I - [ wishy-washy? yup. ]

Could?

keyword relevancy again

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Thank you.

Re: keyword relevancy again

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ tentatively smiling - should he? should he not? ]

You are welcome.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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Are you mad at me? []

[gulags.livejournal.com]

Why would you think that?

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Ah, well...

[gulags.livejournal.com]

[ he had to bring that up, didn't he. ]

Ah, that. Oh.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

So...

[gulags.livejournal.com]

I am not. Are --

[ quiet. ]

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

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