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[casaposa]

[Somehow it all comes down to ole Sougo Okita being a bastard and the offer today is courtesy of Caesar hearing one too many times that his food is shit. Screw you, Sougo. His food's fine and he's going to get validation in the most roundabout way possible. Not that he needs it, but damn.]

We're offering free snacks if you visit the Roman Holiday today. It's a bath house, if you're unaware of it.

[There's a pause while he places a cigarette between his lips and raises the camera to show this fine establishment from the outside. Incredible. ]

That's all. Ciao.

[CHARMING.]

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[torsion]

I'll be the judge of that.

[ It's what she leaves him on initially, but she eyes him with a wry grin. She hadn't meant to interrupt, but he could probably use a break, right? She'll take advantage of that. ]

It looks good. [ She gazes side-long; hungry, but not ravenous. ] So, you made it yourself? Not much of a cook but I can follow recipes. I know more French technique since my father was a baker -- and French.

[ She hovers with him, not just to be polite but because she'd like to. ]

[casaposa]

[It looks good is the validation he claims to not need and yet the way he perks up is obvious. Take that.]

This may be different than what your used to then, but Italian cuisine is second to none.

[Except for beef stroganoff. Somehow his homeland hasn't figured that out quite yet.]

I didn't realize you were French. Are you from there?

[torsion]

[ He seems to not need any, but she understands needing the burden of proof, so. ]

It could be in general, knowing the difference between places. My partner, Parker, is Italian and loves to cook, though. [ She comments idly, fondly. ] Non. I'm American. My mother is of Japanese descent, however, so I've a bit of culture clash and odd knowledge thanks to my heritage. I suppose physically I look more like my father's side of the family, though.

[ She has the facial structure of a French woman, where noses like hers tend to be a touch more common overall.

Jill isn't much a fan of stroganoff, anyway. She's careful to go for a meatball first since that's always a sign of a true chef's skill, right? The basic and best-known that can be adapted to different dishes. She's polite about scooping it up and picking at it in a small bite, tongue darting out to appreciate the remnants of sauce on her bottom lip. She pauses, waiting until her mouth is empty to speak. ]

It's fantastic. Thanks for sharing, Caesar. [ She pauses before carrying on. ] So, how is work going for you today?

[casaposa]

[How does he get that on the record? A beautiful woman complimenting his cooking should be enough to show that idiot at his apartment the true value in what he's getting.

But Jill's enjoying it and that brings a small, nearly genuine smile to his face. He's never been a humble guy and hearing his work get complimented? He's been waiting for that all night. ]

Grazie, bella. It's going well. It's quiet and I can't say I don't mind the silence.

[But onto more important things-]

I didn't realize you were dating an Italian. Parker, was it?

[She did say partner after all.]