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Fortnite c’est terrible... ou peut-etre non, je ne sais pas?? Fortnite c’est terrible...
“Isn’t Fortnite like... a video game?” Rainer, he’s an economist, not a gamer. He squints and flicks him in the forehead. “I’m glad you think it’s bad? I think???”
"Try it. Try it!" As soon as Lilli lifts the lid away from her pot of mussels, she pushes the Dutch oven close to Bastian for his inspection. Her first attempt at moules frites. She doesn't expect it to be perfect, but she hopes she made a good first attempt. Her expression is nothing short of earnest while she watches him take the first bite. "What do you think?"
Bastian smiles, hands on his hips as he leans over the pot of mussels Lilli had so carefully prepared. He takes. whiff and sighs, the smell of bacon, herbs, white wine, and red onion hitting the nose, that briny smell of mussels soon after. “Thus far? Smells delish.” He fishes a mussel out, nudging the shell open, popping the mussel in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “Lilli, these are about as good as I could make. Delicious. Absolutely delicious.”
"Mussels." Hello, Bastian. How are you? All sentiments Lilli deems unimportant in the wake of her demand for shellfish. "And clams. I found a recipe for broth and noodles. Oh! And we must get shrimp. It is cold out, yes? We should make soup."
“Huh?” Bastian glanced over and blinked at the smaller woman suddenly standing beside him. He jerks his head to the door and then back to Lilli, blinking rapidly before simply smiling at her. “Moules frites, and then you want a seafood stew?” He won’t damn mussels by putting them with any other seafood.
Just sort of, lays on his doorstep.
Bastian opens the door, the door smacking Koen in the head. “Oh no.” He deadpans. “My brother-in-law, dead on my doorstep. Whatever will I do?” Bastian nudges Koen with his foot, quirking an eyebrow as he sighs deeply. “Koen, get up. Christiane will use you as a doormat if you stay there too long.”
Hey Bastian, nice couch. It's been commandeered by an American and a Waffle. "Did you know that?"
He walks into the living room and jumps seeing JJ, pressing a hand to his chest. Well then. “Did I know what? That Americans like invading?” He grins, plopping down beside her and Waffles. “No but really, what did I know?”
☎ >:3
Send Basti ☎ so he can reveal your odd name in his phone
NAME: Stupid Bitch <3
RINGTONE: Circle of Life
PICTURE: Him, Ludwig, and Mathias all standing in their swimsuits at Typhoon Lagoon at DisneyWorld looking like the fuckbois that they are. They’re also wasted.
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: ‘Okay but I don’t want to go >:(’
LAST TEXT SENT: ‘and this is why you’re stupid bitch in my phone <3 <3 get your ass up or I’m halting any beer you may get from me in the next 12 months. KISS KISS FALL IN HATE YA BASTARD.’
☎
Send Basti ☎ so he can reveal your odd name in his phone
NAME: Saima (aka S)
RINGTONE: iPhone standard ringtone
PICTURE: a pic of S with the dogs
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: ‘did you get the rye?’
LAST TEXT SENT: ‘yes! thank you so much. I can see why Matti waxes poetic about it! very delicious & I am so appreciative.’
☎ for elise ;)
Send Basti ☎ so he can reveal your odd name in his phone
NAME: Elise Darlin’
RINGTONE: family-- mother mother
PICTURE: Elise sitting on the bow of his sailboat with the wind whipping her hair
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: ‘bicky burger :3?”
LAST TEXT SENT: ‘jesus christ no you insane creature.’
