Cecilia's lips tingled. Her whole body tingled, and as she outwardly turned her attention to the basket on the kitchen counter, she found herself grateful that she was standing barefoot, as any sort of heel would surely have made the stumble. She could feel her stomach churning, though not in an uncomfortable way and a spark she had kept dormant begin to glow again. Hiding her smile behind the curtain of her loose hair, she bit her lips to keep from chuckling at Sirius' response. No, she would have to be nonchalant about this, especially because she had no idea what this was.
"Bulbs," Cecilia supplied Sirius with the name he was looking for, pulling one out and holding it up as if she was performing a show and tell. "I am pretty sure that's the scientific name for them." Nodding she failed to keep the neutral look on her face before she shook her head. "It has been named, but for the life of me I cannot remember what it is. Sounds good with the baking, perhaps make small packets from baking paper to keep all the juices in. Add a few more roots to spice up the flavour? And you said you only cooked over an open flame..."
Picking out a handful of the roots she believed would go well with the fish, she moved to the sink, carefully beginning to rinse and peel them as each of them required. "So, what is more polite?" she asked in as neutral a voice as she could muster and keeping her eyes on the orange root in her hand. "Paying a woman the physical compliment in a way that makes her feel desired or in a way that makes her think herself the object of a wrong and mistaken desire?"
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Date: 2012-12-06 01:59 am (UTC)"Bulbs," Cecilia supplied Sirius with the name he was looking for, pulling one out and holding it up as if she was performing a show and tell. "I am pretty sure that's the scientific name for them." Nodding she failed to keep the neutral look on her face before she shook her head. "It has been named, but for the life of me I cannot remember what it is. Sounds good with the baking, perhaps make small packets from baking paper to keep all the juices in. Add a few more roots to spice up the flavour? And you said you only cooked over an open flame..."
Picking out a handful of the roots she believed would go well with the fish, she moved to the sink, carefully beginning to rinse and peel them as each of them required. "So, what is more polite?" she asked in as neutral a voice as she could muster and keeping her eyes on the orange root in her hand. "Paying a woman the physical compliment in a way that makes her feel desired or in a way that makes her think herself the object of a wrong and mistaken desire?"