Dinner
Dinner: Our characters go out for a romantic dinner— or stay in. Your choice. [x]
It’s not often that the opportunity arises in which Jim will willingly eat what food is placed in front of him. So when it finally does, Sebastian takes it on himself to provide something of an elaborate three-course dinner to satisfy the man before he buries once again into something that could be considered a sort of hibernation beneath his work.
The fact that it’s Valentine’s day is almost a bonus.
Because he sets the table nicely, with napkins and a candle that’s too dim to act as anything but decoration, and even though he knows full well that he’s got nowhere near the skill and craftsmanship to sculpt culinary creations like those of master chefs, he carefully prepares each dish in the hope that it’ll turn out half decent.
He plates up the entrée just as Jim walks in the door, a sense of incredulity and hesitancy as he approaches the kitchen, the set table. Though, nothing that’s not hidden behind the usual mask of non-surprise.
"Moran," he comments flatly.
"You’re having dinner with me tonight, boss. No point arguing."
It looks as though the man's going to open his mouth, but he doesn’t. He sits down, and a slow grin curls on his lips as he waits for the food.
“Cooking a romantic dinner, Moran? How sweet of you.”
"If sweet is what you’re after, you’re going to have to wait until after dinner. And after dessert." His smirk is teasing, playful. ”I think you mean 'what's cookin', good lookin'?' Right, boss?”
"That’s not what I mean at all, Moran."
Sebastian laughs as he brings out the entrées, and slips the plate in front of the man as he cracks open a bottle of red.
Food, company, wine and puns. This was going to be a good night.
"Happy Valentine’s day, boss."
They toast.