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Jenna glared at Sephiroth, not quite enjoying the way that he bluntly pointed out that their son was homosexual. “Hrmph, I was-“
She was interrupted by their server finally coming and asking them what they wanted to drink. Jenna hissed in frustration before quickly ordering vintage wine for both of them, not even bothering to ask Sephiroth if he wanted any. She also agreed to let the server get them an appetizer of escargot, being rather quick and rash about it, for she just wanted the man to go so she could go back to reviewing the menu.
Once their server left, Jenna grumbled out, “I’m still thinking.”
Sephiroth was humored by Jenna’s behaviour. He had always enjoyed watching her get annoyed and that moment was no different. He nodded at her choices, though he had no knowledge of either the vintage wine or escargot, so had nothing to complain about.
He chuckled softly to himself upon hearing that she was still thinking about what she wanted to eat. He pointed randomly to one of the items on the menu, smirking, “What about that one? You already don’t like human-food, isn’t one choice as good or as bad as any other?”
Jenna slowly lowered her menu to glare at Sephiroth as she heard the chuckling. However, her expression quickly softened when he offered one of the items for her to consider. She leaned over to consider what he was pointing out before she muttered, “Yes, I suppose that will do.”
Luckily, the server hadn’t gotten far. So, she quickly waved him down before she proclaimed, “We’re ready to properly order now. I shall have the La Caille farçie à la Mousse de Poulet et de Truffle sur un Lit de Lentilles et sa Sauce Trufflée and Sephiroth will have the Le Filet de Ahi Thon aux Tartare de Lègumes et sa Sauce Vièrge.”
“That’s quite a mouthful…” Sephiroth muttered to himself as he handed the menu back. With the order taken, his attention was back outside the window once more. “Will you be able to eat it?” H wondered. “We’ve done similar to this before but you have always shown disgust at the flavour of human cuisine.”
When the entrée came out, the male simply stared at it. A plate of nicely arranged snails were steamed, turned upside-down and arranged with garnish.
“Ladies first..” He mumbled.
Jenna scowled at Sephiroth. “I am perfectly capable of digesting human food. Simply because I don’t find it favorable doesn’t mean that I am incompatible with the food,” the woman angrily grumbled out.
When the appetizer came by, the woman eyed it with a bored manner. “Hrmph..” Shaking her head, she snatched up one of the snails so that she could munch on it. She showed no indication as to liking or disliking the taste as she chew it. Instead, she just defiantly glared into Sephiroth’s eyes, having felt like his words were a challenge.
Sephiroth snorted in annoyance. “Did I say you were incapable of eating it? No.” He picked up one of the snails so he could munch on it also. His expression was at first thoughtful, then disgusted. After the first one, he didn’t want to eat any more.
“You asked if I would be able to eat the food,” Jenna coldly stated as she grabbed another one of the snails. She kept her eyes locked on Sephiroth in a challenging manner as she ate the second one. “That suggests that I would be incapable of eating the food. As you can clearly see, I am fully capable!”
Sephiroth didn’t touch the plate again. He simply grunted, not entirely happy with the fact that Jenna’s good mood had frayed considerably. He poked at the edge of the plate with a finger, but couldn’t bring himself to eat more of it.
“Yes, you are….” He muttered. “But again, it’s not how I meant the question to be interpreted…”
“Hrmph,” Jenna grunted as she set down the shell of the snail that she had just eaten. “It would seem that you are the one who is incapable of stomaching the food, not I.”
Shaking her head, she turned her attention toward the window. “Well, your storm is definitely developing.”
Sephiroth was properly fed up of the conversation now. He glared hard at Jenna and made a loud irritated snorting sound at her.
“You still do not understand what I meant by the words, and thus I shall have to explain them to you properly it seems.” He huffed in frustration. “I merely asked if you would be able to eat it – I was not trying to imply that you were physically incapable of such, as that is stupid. I was asking if you would be able to tolerate it, as in, tolerate the flavour. You do not like most food, and you make it very apparent. It wasn’t meant to be a strike at your physical capabilities, it was a mildly concerned question as to your comfort.” He sat back in the seat, snarling. “Now shut up about it.”
Jenna tilted her head to look at Sephiroth once more. “And now you think me a fool. I knew both implications of your words full well. And the fact of the matter stands, you are the one not eating, not I.”
Jenna shook her head at Sephiroth before she returned to watching the storm. “You are making a scene. You should control your temper better.”
“I am not eating it because after one sample I decided that I did not like the flavour. It’s very simple. I sampled it and will not eat any more. I am capable of such, but choose not to.” He frowned. “Do you want to eat it? Go ahead.”
“I don’t think you a fool, however, you persisted with the wrong meaning on my statement and thus you needed re-clarification.” He folded his arms and scowled. “I am controlling my temper perfectly fine.”
“As I stated, I was fully capable of comprehending what you were stating. And as I have demonstrated, I am fully capable of putting my bias against human food behind me in the interest of ingesting food. A skill,” Jenna narrowed her eyes at Sephiroth, “which you clearly lack for you aren’t eating.”
The girl shook her head at him. “And you wouldn’t know how to control your temper even if someone dropped a handbook on the subject over your head. Hrmph, you aren’t even listening to me.”
When the waiter returned to provide them with the bottle of wine that Jenna had ordered, as well as fill up their respective glasses, Jenna straightened up. She calmly took the glass once the man left the table so that she could sip on the liquid inside.
Sephiroth simply placed his index fingers on his temples and lowered his head slightly, sighing. He would have made a return comment to her, but he wanted to let it go and so he remained quiet.
He was relieved for the distraction when the wine came. He took his glass and delicately sipped on it, setting it aside afterwards.
“Much better.” He nodded.
Jenna slowly nodded in agreement, “It is adequate for what it is. I imagine most of the good stores were destroyed in the merging. At least it doesn’t taste like… what is the word again… oh yes, turpentine.”
Jenna shrugged as she took another sip. She once again turned her attention to the storm outside, watching the lightning streak across the clouds with mild interest.
Sephiroth raised the glass again and took another sip, seeming pleased. The fragrant odour and rich flavour of the wine actually appealed to him.
“Why would anybody compare wine to turpentine?” He shook his head slowly, seeming a little confused. He reached across the table and attempted to grasp onto Jenna’s hand, purring at her also.
“Because,” Jenna stated in a bored tone, “wine that ferments too much becomes turpentine. You don’t want to drink badly perserved wine, Seph. If ever you see too much sediment in the bottle, get away.”
The woman then tilted her head as she noticed Sephiroth reaching for her hand. Grinning, she permitted him to take her hand. She was curious as to where he was planning on going with his move.
Sephiroth slowly nodded his head as he used his free hand to take another sip from his wine. “I see. I shall keep it in mind… but I usually purchase expensive things to be sure, so I have less chance of encountering the issue I suppose.”
He curled his fingers around hers and set his glass down, placing his other hand on-top. He turned his attention towards her and grinned slightly as he watched her eyes and facial expression, saying no more for now.
Jenna kept up a poker face, not wanting to show her emotions as Sephiroth fondled her hand. After a few moments of this, the sorceress slowly leaned forward to whisper to Sephiroth, “Are you thinking that you are actually managing to be romantic and wooing, huh?”
Sephiroth simply chuckled at Jenna’s statement. He gently petted the back of her hand with his palm as he continued with his gentle purring sound at her.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He wondered as he raised a brow. “I don’t understand. I couldn’t possibly be doing anything.”
“Hrm, you might actually be right,” Jenna gave Sephiroth a wicked smirk in response. “For, you are patting the part of my gloves that are covered in metal and thus have few touch receptors built into them when you could instead be using your thumb to caress the inner parts of my palm that are covered in a synthetic material that is made to allow me to feel touch, hm?”
Sephiroth seemed disappointed and moved his hands away from her again. “Very well.” His tone was calm and collected as he began to play with his cutlery instead. “You make a valid point. I shall not bother with it again.”
Jenna rolled her eyes before she shot her left hand forward to grip onto Sephiroth’s. Soon enough, she guided it back to her hand. As she did this, she shook her head in a disappointed manner.
“Teasing, Seph,” the woman softly spoke. “And it’s still more effective to get me to feel your strokes if you go for the underside of my gloves instead of the topside which is made to block blows and be a weapon.”
She nodded toward his hand as she forced it on top of her hand again.
Sephiroth’s shoulder’s stiffened as Jenna grabbed his hands back. “If you want to encourage something, you should encourage it then.” He muttered the statement before he grinned slightly, wanting to indicate that he didn’t think that it was that big of a deal, nor was he upset.
He moved his hands under hers and attempted to tickle her palms.
Jenna released a teasing trill out as she leaned even closer to Sephiroth. “Now, why would I ever do that,” she purred out. “That would make things much too easy on you. I don’t want you to have things easy, now do I?”
Smirking, she sat back up again. “And you know I’m not tickl-“
She abruptly stopped her teasing and pulled away her hand as the waiter came with their food. As her plate was set down in front of her, Jenna silently studied it.
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