R E U N I O N // Yukionnamonet & Kingofstolenhearts

kingofstolenhearts:

So that was a yes, she would be cooking, well… he assumed it to be a yes, he also held no prior judgement, and much like the first time he’d been her guinea pig, he’d happily eat whatever she gave him. And deal with the consequences after. 

Ah self preservation instincts. He had none. 

He had however, noticed the look of the distaste her son currently held, first impressions hadn’t gone well then. Great. 

He made a mental note to pick up a bottle of wine, not a date so white would probably cut it, did she like white? He couldn’t remember which colour she preferred the most, but white would have to do.

And of course while not to forget Denzil, he’d probably grab something for him as a gift of early truce. Maybe some Lego, the kids at the practice loved the lego table.

Yes, coerce the child with pretty things. 

“Six it is then, and hopefully I’ll make a better second impression“ he spoke in amusement, nodding to the thorough expression of ‘stay away from my mum’ that Denzil had so perfectly conjured. 

          At six.

     Sure that gave enough time for Monet to clean, organize and cook. By a quarter to six she had everything settled. She had cooked grilled salmon since she remembered Law loved fish, tuscan chicken because there was no way Denzil ate fish and vegetables. She also made a typical italian salad, with mozarella, basil, pepper and red tomatoes. Just in case she made pasta with peppers and spicy beef. She baked a dark chocolate cake with strawberries for dessert, without yeast because she rememberd Law was allergic to it.

Monet had created a very fine dinning ambiance with a few candles displayed along the table, and she had even got themselves a few bottles of sweet sparkly wine. Celebrations required of a glass of wine in her humble opinion. Denzil would be drinking grapefruit juice. His favourite.

— ❝ You promised to be nice to him, so don’t forget it, okay?❞ 

         She said, brushing Denzil’s blond hair. He was wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue pants. He looked like a tiny man and Monet couldn’t restrain a cackle.

— ❝ That’s it, very handsome.❞ 

       She smiled. She was wearing a simple yellow dress with a V neck. Nothing special in her opinion. When she heard the door she sent Denzil to open it, remembering him to be nice to Law. She begun to plate the food meanwhile. Denzil had been complaining about how hungry he was since she had started cooking.