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Post by spain on Apr 25, 2011 21:58:56 GMT
Antonio had always loved cooking, whether it had been his own or someone else's; he'd always thought that good food brought people together like nothing but a few good, strong drinks could. So when he'd found out that there was a new cooking class starting up in the Lowlands, he decided to check it out.
Of course, he didn't believe that he really needed them. So he left for the classes, looking nothing less than confident as he strolled into the classroom. The room wasn't very big; small kitchen stations were set up around the edges of the classroom, where students would be able to prepare meals, and there were a jumble of desks and chairs in the center.
There weren't many seats left, so Antonio gestured towards an empty chair by a younger blonde girl, "Is it all right if I take this seat? You aren't saving it for anyone, are you?"
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Post by Belle Johansson on Apr 28, 2011 20:47:32 GMT
Cooking class? She didn’t need to go to cooking class everybody knew her cakes were fantastic! Of course sadly that had been her employees argument sure her cakes and confectionary’s were fantastic but Belle failed on anything savoury. Which would pose a problem as Mrs Weatherspoon wished to introduce a lunch time menu for anyone who wanted a hearty meal with their cakes. Belle had thought it a good idea especially since they’d been struggling.
By opening the bakery up to a wider audience there takings where bound to increase! With a light smile she’d sat down at the desk drawing little doodles on her notebook her green eyes meeting the page with a bored smile.
However a voice drew Belle from her thoughts inspecting the stranger with her emerald eyes, she smiled a friendly grin and nodded.
“Oh no, there’s nobody else sitting here.” She smiled “I’m Belle by the way, nice to meet you.”
The teacher entered the classroom he was bald and small with greying hair and he carried a very unfriendly smile as he surveyed the classroom with a look of utter distaste. Belle rolled her eyes as she was quickly reminded of school. This was going to be a long day.
“Well doesn’t he look pleasant.” She muttered with a smirk to the boy next to her.
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Post by spain on May 16, 2011 21:28:48 GMT
As he sat, he offered his hand. "I'm Antonio. The pleasure is all mine."
"That he doesn't," he grimaced a bit in reply to Belle's comment, watching the old man walk disdainfully into the classroom. As the teacher's disapproving glare roamed over the pair, Antonio grinned at him and waved.
He wasn't usually much of a troublemaker (though his grade-school teachers would tell you otherwise), but he could tell that this would be a fun class.
As the teacher explained the class protocol, Antonio yawned and began to stretch. "I was hoping this would be an interesting class," he murmured to Belle. He waved again as the teacher shot a venomous glance in his direction. "Though I'm not really expecting to learn much. What do you think?"
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Post by Belle Johansson on May 17, 2011 19:06:08 GMT
Belle shook his hand jovially and returned his bright grin. She smirked as Antonio waved at the teacher who simply glared at him in return with a roll of her emerald green eyes.
“Ah I’m sure we could make it interesting.” She said as she stared up at the teacher who was bragging on in an annoying fashion, he was so arrogant! There had to be a way to make it better..
Especially the way he was going on and on about how great he was at cooking. Wasn’t the point of the class about teaching them? She sighed. Before a devilish smirk crossed her features.
Belle had never really raised hell before, sure there had been a few times in high school when she’d been a bit of a rabble rouser, and there had been that one incident when they had to call her parents in...
Finally the idiot allowed them to get to the cooking stations. Pushing her chair back she turned to Antonio with a grin.
“Finaaaally...” she mused slowly as she stretched her arms “So wanna be partners?” she asked as she stood up.
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