[An Italian's hospitality was said to be greatly warming to a person, were they blessed with the fortune to receive it. As per the general belief, once one became a guest in the house of such a man, it was said that the familiarity he would gain would rival even that of family. Of course, given the bounds M'quve already shared with Maxwell, that wasn't all that far off.
And so he would sit opposite the other with legs crossed, hands folded politely over his lap.
Gloved fingers outstretched to graciously receive the cup and bow his head, murmuring a soft blessing over the steaming liquid. The smell wafting was delicious. No doubt he'd chosen the very best quality for this very occasion.]
A-ah....Almond....Was it?
[He took a tiny sip, thoroughly looking surprised.]
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Date: 2010-05-18 05:45 am (UTC)And so he would sit opposite the other with legs crossed, hands folded politely over his lap.
Gloved fingers outstretched to graciously receive the cup and bow his head, murmuring a soft blessing over the steaming liquid. The smell wafting was delicious. No doubt he'd chosen the very best quality for this very occasion.]
A-ah....Almond....Was it?
[He took a tiny sip, thoroughly looking surprised.]
O-oh....I-it's......Very.....Delicious.