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∞ 95: A quaint birthday [action]

[An early birthday dinner. That was what Albert had proposed, knowing it was likely Caesar would want to nap as soon as he was full. And so, with Caesar's Luceti birthday having arrived, there were light preparations for a quiet celebration. After all, Silverbergs were intensely private as it was, so there would be no invited guests unless Caesar himself decided to invite them.]

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[Albert can't help but be a bit amused to see the special occasion plates being set out for this dinner; they so very rarely used them that the current plates had probably been used only twice after the earthquake last year.

He helps Raine move the prepared food to the kitchen table. It's rather ... eclectic for them, but Albert had planned for foods he knew that Caesar would like. Stewed beef and mashed potatoes, a cold chicken salad, and a simple margherita pizza that was hardly perfect ... but the effort was there.]

[Caesar knew that his brother had been especially busy today when it came to preparing the food, and yet he still can't help being surprised when he sees all of it being moved to the table.]

Isn't this a lot of food...?

Hm? I'm sure that anything that we don't finish could easily be tomorrow's lunch.

[But she doubted that Albert went over the usual serving sizes in this case. It likely seemed like more because of the variety present. And those nice dishes for presentation.]

[The pizza was smaller than a normal-sized one, but there was no doubt that there would be leftovers for tomorrow.]

Consider it two meals, Caesar.

[He cuts the pizza, finally sitting down once that was accomplished.]

Two meals for today? Or for today and tomorrow? [He sounds vaguely amused as he continues.] I'll bet you did this on purpose.

[So he wouldn't have to cook tomorrow.]

[Raine takes a seat herself once the drinks are all poured, shaking her head a little at the banter.] Why don't you take your portions, Caesar.

Of course it was on purpose. I would rather not cook this much again tomorrow if I can help it.

[Albert makes a gesture in agreement with Raine.]

The celebrant first. And then the ladies.

Or the next day. [Okay, that one's definitely an exaggeration. At the suggestion, he looks at the various foods spread out on the table. He might be a little more eager to eat than usual, but he'll do his best not to show it. He reaches for the salad first.] I hate to say this, but the food doesn't smell half bad.

[By which he actually means that it smells delicious, of course.]

[Raine raises an eyebrow slightly at his wording--but it's Caesar, so she supposes he's not really being serious about it--and waits for him to finish his selections so she can begin her own.] I have to admit, I am curious about trying the pizza.

Admittedly, I was inspired by the restaurant here... But I was not looking to be creative with the toppings. [So along with the mozzarella, there were baked basil leaves and tomato slices.] It was simpler than I thought it would be, other than the actual flattening of the dough. [Because he sure didn't want to risk dropping the dough if he actually tossed it like was done in the pizzeria.

So chatty about his own work. He moves to get a little of everything once Raine has finished.]

[All this talk about the pizza makes Caesar consider it thoughtfully as he takes a slice or two for himself, but it's the beef and potatoes, which goes on his plate last, that he's looking forward to the most.]

It's pizza. It tastes good no matter what you put on it. [He picks up a fork and looks at his plate for a moment.] ...I fear that I may eat too much tonight!

[It really does smell so good.]

It's not something we usually have, so that decision itself was very creative. [The portions that Raine takes are all small and fairly balanced to start with, although more than enough for a proper taste of everything, and a slice of the pizza. She will wait until Caesar has taken the first taste before beginning to eat, herself.] And now we can enjoy the results.

Since it's relatively simple, we can start having it more often. It may even be something to expend your creative streaks on, Raine. [It's a faint tease, and he picks up his glass to drink while he waits for Caesar's judgment.]

[It's kind of weird when people are waiting on you to eat. He almost feels like he's supposed to say something, but he has no idea what, so he just takes a bite of his favorite dish instead.

He tilts his head as he chews his food. Hmm...

Yes. He's sure he knows how he feels about this.]

I'm almost impressed. No one here could have possibly made this.

I'll have to keep that in mind. After all, if there's such a variety where toppings are concerned, that does make it open to quite a few possibilities.

[She falls quiet when Caesar speaks, waiting for the opportunity to try the meal herself.] I'm certain whoever it was would be glad for your complements.

'Almost impressed' is a compliment from this particular critic. [Albert raises a brow at his brother, but since he's already eating, he'll start in on his food as well. Caesar enjoyed being difficult.]

It most certainly is. The cook should be quite pleased with himself! [Caesar smirks to himself. Of course it was a compliment. ...and of course he enjoyed being difficult. He swallows another bite of food before he amends his previous statement.] Okay, I lied. I'm impressed.

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[One would question what the point even was in being difficult when it came to little things like this, but at this point it wasn't really worth saying as such. Instead Raine tries the pizza first, since with all of her previous comments it seemed pretty logical to start with.]

Very good. What kind of birthday dinner would it be if the celebrant was displeased? [Sarcasm, and no small amount of it. If Caesar found some reason to complain about this, he would be surprised. His discomfort was noticeable.]

Not a very good one, I'd suppose! But who can really say? [He feels a little better now that everyone's started eating. It's almost like a normal dinner. Except when Albert reminds him that it's not a normal dinner, of course.] I'm not easy to please, you know, but I don't think I'm displeased.

[Hm, not bad. Not that she was any expert on pizza, but the flavors did pull together. It was always nice to have a reminder that something new every once in a while was a refreshing change. She raises an eyebrow slightly at Caesar's last statement, as she reaches for her drink.]

Then it seems we're off to a good start.

[And of course Albert had reminded him it was a birthday dinner on purpose.] Indeed. And perhaps you will be more pleased as you eat more. [Or just more full.]

I'd say it's not impossible. I haven't eaten food like this in a long time.

All the more reason to enjoy it more, I'd hope. [She sets her glass back down, starting in on some of the other foods.]

Perhaps you can learn how to cook some of this, if you enjoy it so much, Caesar. [Even as he says that, Albert finds himself unable to imagine Caesar laboring over mashing potatoes.]

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