[Caesar's still distracted- between the electricity that had surged through their connected hands, far stronger and hotter than any ripple, the unintelligible feeling gathering in his chest and the scenery, he takes a moment to tear his gaze away from the waves and back to his date- er, friend. He smirks and bows shortly, hand to his fluttering heart. Electric green eyes peer at Jojo through golden lashes-]
Of course, loudmouth jester. I can't have you starve and enjoy this scenery all by my lonesome- well, I could. But it wouldn't be much fun without you. I am merciful.
[He reaches for the basket and starts setting things up, naming the items with pride brimming from his tone, not to mention the shark-like smirk on his face. The cat that had gotten the cream.] Squid Ink pasta, just like you demanded, your highness. Then some piping hot Focaccia bread, some garlic bread in case you bitch about trying something new like last time...some homemade Tiramisu, not even your stubborn ass could resist this...and finally- [At the very bottom of the basket he reveals the prize!]
A nice red wine to wash it all down. [He also makes a big to-do about getting napkins to wipe the drool he knows is coming as soon as the delicious smells of his home country assault his friend's nose. Caesar probably couldn't be any more giddy or any better at hiding at it at this moment.] Well? Dig in.
ikr?! I HEAR YOUR HEAAARRRT BEAT TO THE BEAT OF THE COOOOOCK
Of course, loudmouth jester. I can't have you starve and enjoy this scenery all by my lonesome- well, I could. But it wouldn't be much fun without you. I am merciful.
[He reaches for the basket and starts setting things up, naming the items with pride brimming from his tone, not to mention the shark-like smirk on his face. The cat that had gotten the cream.] Squid Ink pasta, just like you demanded, your highness. Then some piping hot Focaccia bread, some garlic bread in case you bitch about trying something new like last time...some homemade Tiramisu, not even your stubborn ass could resist this...and finally- [At the very bottom of the basket he reveals the prize!]
A nice red wine to wash it all down. [He also makes a big to-do about getting napkins to wipe the drool he knows is coming as soon as the delicious smells of his home country assault his friend's nose. Caesar probably couldn't be any more giddy or any better at hiding at it at this moment.] Well? Dig in.