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paradisalogs2013-03-18 10:32 am
heloise) wrote in paradisalogs2013-03-18 10:32 am
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on the table
Who: Ezio, Joshua, Lucrezia
What: Dinner ooh
When: March 23
Where: The mansion
Rating: Let's say PG-13
The table is meant to impress, with a spread sumptuous enough to feed twenty hungry men and a feathered pheasant as the centerpiece; a feast only for the eyes.
But it is only now, with most of the work done, that Lucrezia wonders if the extravagant display would incite love or resentment instead from the Florentine. Boasting is a crude way of asserting influence, but there is much to be said for emptying one's pockets to greet an honored guest. Perhaps her good intention will show, somehow.
Now she paces around the table now, slowly so as not to step on her gold-toned dress, counting and recounting the dishes while trying her best not to keep wringing her hands. It still feels almost superstitious to believe that if the wine is excellent and the fish well-seasoned then she would have greater chance of winning Ezio's favor and Stephanie's by extension. It also feels foolish, futile, when she could have simply worn her masks with more grace and kept their favor in the first place. But even Joshua cannot step back in time.
What: Dinner ooh
When: March 23
Where: The mansion
Rating: Let's say PG-13
The table is meant to impress, with a spread sumptuous enough to feed twenty hungry men and a feathered pheasant as the centerpiece; a feast only for the eyes.
But it is only now, with most of the work done, that Lucrezia wonders if the extravagant display would incite love or resentment instead from the Florentine. Boasting is a crude way of asserting influence, but there is much to be said for emptying one's pockets to greet an honored guest. Perhaps her good intention will show, somehow.
Now she paces around the table now, slowly so as not to step on her gold-toned dress, counting and recounting the dishes while trying her best not to keep wringing her hands. It still feels almost superstitious to believe that if the wine is excellent and the fish well-seasoned then she would have greater chance of winning Ezio's favor and Stephanie's by extension. It also feels foolish, futile, when she could have simply worn her masks with more grace and kept their favor in the first place. But even Joshua cannot step back in time.