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He felt the peck on his cheek and likely for the first time she would see him blush lightly, "Good, I only did this because I thought maybe you'd like something to do when I'm not here." he'd sign to her and kiss her forehead. He would begin unpacking and setting up her new HDTV and such, he was fairly handy with technology having some of it inside him... which brought up the thought, "Should I tell her about the device? About my abilities?" he would continue working, realizing it was unlikely that he'd be able to make her dinner, he hurried so that he could do that as he'd promised her so... Finally the TV was up, the cable was working and her surround system was installed, it was a nice set up, he didn't think about how much she just wouldn't care, he just remembered that he was trying to do something nice. "There we go, now sit down and relax while I fix your dinner." Jett had managed to pick a few things of his own to cook for her while he was out, they didn't really discuss what each other liked... he'd purchased some duck while they were out and he was going to fry it in one of her pots, fried duck was one of the delicacies of Asia, where in Asia he couldn't remember, this made him laugh. He would make his way into the kitchen... she was still in there finishing up dinner, likely. He would walk up behind her and very delicately begin massaging her shoulders... he would speak, "Is this okay?"

She thanked him again, this time signing it to him, and walked toward the kitchen. She picked up the little grapes and broccoli and carried the box to the kitchen. After setting it on the counter, she took out another set of pans. She stir fried some of the vegetables; bean pods, some onion with a spritz of garlic and peppers with sprouts. As they settled in some seasoning and a splash of oil, she cut up the white block and dropped little pieces into the vegetables. The food sizzled and the aroma hit the air. It was subtle but healthy.

The second pan, or pot more rather, sat on the stove with water boiling in it. She poured in about a cup of brown rice and stirred it, watching it cook as Jettikai worked on putting the electronics together against her wall. Soon, the rice was ready. She poured it into a metal container that drained the water out of it. Going through a cupboard, she found a white bowl that shaped like half an egg. Rice filled it up most of the way and after she turned off the burners, she poured a mixture of vegetables with white, oiled blocks ontop of the rice.

Acacia jumped, feeling two large hands groping at her shoulders as they messaged her. She had a few knots on them that she hadn't noticed until he'd woven them out of her muscles. The girls' shoulders began to sink down and her eyes closed. She'd never been given a message before and, at that moment, decided she loved him. Them! The messages. Messages. Yes.

Jett would work out her knots here and there, feeling the tension ease from her, as he was finishing he could feel her jump a little, maybe it was the food, which smelled fantastic. He did his best not to look at what she was making so it would be a surprise. When he finished the shoulder massage he would hug her warmly and speak to her, "It smells so good." he was smiling, she couldn't see it, but he was.

In his mind he was enjoying just the feel of her next to him, the last time a person was this close he was choking them to death... not a great thing to think of when his hands were so close to her very fragile neck, but he kept in control... he was enjoying the smell of the food as it filled the kitchen and the apartment. Jett was beginning to think he should talk to her about... him... about what he was... where he was from... but it wasn't going to be easy, it was likely to be very difficult. Jett had to back up from her for a moment so she could finish, he would wait patiently to cook for her... he kissed the back of her neck before he left the kitchen, chuckling lightly as he leaned back from the kiss he would walk into the other room and place himself in the chair waiting for her to finish.

She let out a relaxed purr and tilted her head against his, letting her cheek pressed against the side of his face. Her hands opened a drawer without moving her body and she took out a pair of chop sticks. Hopefully, he knew how to use them and, if not, she could teach him. The man eased off of her and kissed the back of her neck, making her blush a bit. When she turned around, she saw him go back into the living room. Acacia twirled the chopsticks in her hand and made another bowl, this one for herself. What she'd made smelt so unbelievably good. She promised herself she wouldn't fill up so she could eat whatever Jettikai had planned.

With two bowls, one in each hand, and two sets of chopsticks, she hurried out of the kitchen and stopped next to him, handing him the bowl and the set of chopsticks before sitting on her bed and popping the chopsticks apart. She signed to him, "I hope you like it," and grabbed a white chunk with the wooden tools, then tossed it into her mouth.

Jett looked at the food with tofu in it, he'd had tofu once upon a time, but it'd been a while, the good thing about tofu is that it is more or less a blank slate, so as long as her ingredients were good it was going to be delicious. Jett grabbed his chopsticks and began to devour the interesting and delicious meal, tasting the rice which was cooked to perfection, Jett was satisfied by it for sure. "I enjoyed it thoroughly." he signed to her with a few pieces of rice hanging off his face he didn't realize. Jett would look to the kitchen, "My turn." he'd sign with a deep smile on his face, he hadn't made fried duck in such a long time that it was going to be interesting, he hoped he still remembered the recipe, "Hope you're still hungry!" he'd sign in more excitement.

She was glad to see that he liked it, her features paling a bit once she realized he was going to cook the duck. She hoped there were be vegetables too. The boxes in the kitchen had a nice little assortment of them and she leaned across the bed to sign to him, "Use whatever you want, ok?" She lay back on the bed, her feet hanging off one side and her hair the other, and she held the bowl with half eaten contents against her stomach.

Jett would begin the process of cleaning the animal, he had picked a decent sized one, cleaning it, then she would take a look, finding a pot big enough to fry in. He'd purchased enough oil as well, along with some other vegetable to stuff the duck with, as was custom. Jett began to heat the oil while he was stuffing the duck, then he would sew the duck shut with cooking string. He would submerge the duck in the now hot oil and would cook it. It would make a popping sound as the liquid would fizzle to the top. He'd turn and smile to Acacia in marvel of his creation.

Her feet swayed as they dangled off of the side of the bed and she caught his eyes after some time. She smiled back at him and, without looking at the bowl, began grabbing at tofu chunks with her chopsticks. She made a little game of getting little bits of food from the bowl over her stomach into her without having to sit up or look at it. Maybe this would distract her from the scent of the gorgeously cooking meat in the air.

It would take about an hour to cook, not to mention the additional preparation... He would walk over and sit next to acacia on the bed, "Okay if I sit here?" he would look at her... she looked beautiful...

Acacia sat up as he came toward the bed and took her bowl, setting it on the window sill with the chopsticks laying across the top edge. She looked up at him and nodded, patting the bed so he knew for sure he could sit down. She sat up, her hands on each side of her legs, and let her feet sway still. Acacia looked over at him and moved a hand over, laying it over one of his and holding it.

He would grip the hand she'd laid over his own. He would then pick her up and set her in his lap, facing the side. Her legs would dangle off by his right hip. He looked at her, not sure of what to say... he felt her heart, it felt like it was a light beat, which bothered him for her safety... he had crossed that threshold... he wanted to be here... and never wanted to leave... He kissed her forehead, he wanted to kiss her more... but...-DING! DING DING DING!- the fryer would go off, it was time to finish the prep. His face frowned a bit because he had to move... he would set her lightly on the bed and get up and make his way into the kitchen.

They were close together and it didn't bother her. Her body leaned against his and she closed her eyes, calm and secure. She smiled and blushed a bit as his lips touched to her forehead again. Her hand held his tighter and then a sound went off. She opened her eyes as he moved her aside and watched him go into the kitchen to finish preparing the food. It was nice, having him here with her. She wanted him to stay and never leave. they could be friends, close friends, and develop from there. Butterflies fluttered inside of her and she pulled her knees to her chest, her lips pulling into her mouth as she tried, but failed, to hide a big smile.

Jett would make his way into the kitchen and turn off the timer, it was just reminding him he wasn't on the bed anymore. He'd take the duck out, it was perfect, he'd remembered. He was so proud of his duck. He would make sure to pat the extra oil off the duck quickly before it seeped in. He would place the duck on a platter, he would then remove a small portion of the breast to reveal it was perfectly cooked, he place a piece of breast on two plates, then he would snip the thread to the duck and remove the perfectly cooked vegetables. A little red pepper, yellow pepper, cucumber, tomato, and of course lettuce. He would present the plate with a little soy duck fat on the side, it was perfect, better than he remembered doing. He would present the duck and it's sides with the sauce to her. He would of course bring his own, not to mention he had poured her a small glass of red whine which matched the duck so perfectly. "Please enjoy." he'd sign.

The food looked absolutely delicious, her stomach churning and grumbling as she took the plate. Her hand lay on her stomach and she gave a nervous smile then took the glass of wine. Blue eyes looked down into it red liquid and she smelled it. It was... strangely nice. It smelled like fermented grapes and, of course, that's what it was. Acacia looked up and thanked him with a nod before scooting over so he could sit beside her. She poked at the food with her chopsticks and sipped the wine. The wooden sticks picked up a piece of vegetable and put it into her mouth. The vegetable itself was rather good but the taste of the meat had seeped into it. She chased the vegetable with another sip of the wine and signed to Jett with the chopsticks woven between her fingers, "It is very good. Thank you."

Jett watched as she devoured all... but the duck... "That's the good part, you have to eat it!" he'd sign with excitement having bitten into the very delicious meat himself. He looked over to her realizing she'd been drinking a lot of whine, she must like it a lot!

She didn't want to upset him. She didn't want to tell him the truth about... the duck. Acacia swallowed and covered her worries with a smile. She used her fork to cut a piece off of the soft meat and stuck the prongs into it. There was just enough wine left in her glass for it. She pumped herself up in her mind and stuff the meat into her mouth, rolling it hesitantly around in her mouth and taking in the taste. She gave an enthusiastic nod and sipped down the rest of her wine, swallowed the duck in her mouth and getting the taste out by subtly swishes the liquid around, then swallowing it as well. This was the biggest achievement of her life.

Jett watched her eat the duck... in the strangest way he'd ever seen anyone eat anything, she ate it so slowly he had thought to sneeze so he looked away, turned out he didn't and she still hadn't put it in her mouth... he didn't understand it was delicious, he could stick this on a stick and feed it to neighborhood children it was that good. Was she not feeling well? Was it the fact that she had so much whine and was actually getting a little tipsy? She was a lot smaller than him so the whine probably hit her harder, but she seemed to like it. It was just strange all the way around. "Do you like it?" he would sign in hopeful anticipation.

Her eyes caught his hand moving and she watched it, then nodded quickly with a smile. She held out the glass to him and signed, "It was a work of art... could I have some more wine?" Her cheeks were pinkened permanently, but would not stay this way forever. The alcohol hadn't made her drunk but she could easily have been tipsy. A good majority of the breast was still on her plate and it was unlikely she would eat more.

"Well eat up while I get you some more wine!" he'd sign excited to see her enjoy the food he'd made for her, "Then we can watch a movie, that's what I got this for anyway! So we-You'd have have your own movie theater!" he got up and made his way into the kitchen where he found the bottle and he filled her glass, maybe a bit too much even. He'd turn around and walk back to her with the wine in hand.

She might have been a bit inebriated, but she caught every inflection in his signing. He moved up and away from her and she took this moment to set her plate on the windowsill and make herself more comfortable on the bed. When he came back, she carefully took the wine from him and began drinking. As she drank, she signed to him, "I think you should stay here... with me." She hiccuped as she drank and tilted the glass away from her mouth so she could swallow, clear her throat and then continued drinking. This stuff really was liquid courage.