08-11-2014, 08:38 PM
As interesting as an indepth discussion on the Sickness could be, he doubted she could talk on it, seeing as it was related to her secretive work and all. So he let the topic drop as the first dishes of their meals arrived. His was a small plate of Foie Gras, a process of preparing goose liver and served on a bed of salad and Cranberry jelly under a light layer of raspberry sauce. He'd never had it before, but had heard of it with good reviews.
The smell was pleasant; fruity, thanks to the sauce, with a hint of the liver beneath. He arranged his own napkin, calmly took up his cutlery, and began neatly cutting his appetizer into neat, bite-sized pieces. Much like Victoria, he was starving, but refused to let that get in the way of proper manners. It wouldn't due for someone of his office to be eating like a normal person, after all.
But, at her question, he took up a small, bite-sized piece of his meal, using his knife to assure it had an even sampling of the jelly and salad, then took a bite. A moment's silence as he sampled the flavour and texture, then he nodded his approval and set down his knife to take a sip of wine. "Excellent. Although, not something I would want to eat every day. The price."
He grinned, then took another bite, eating slowly to fully enjoy the meal.
"I assume you have not seen many of the sights Moscow has to over yet, considering your work?"
There was no world-renowned library to be found; the Russian State Library was certainly an impressive collection of books, but a result of the long passed Communist state, it had been little more then that. A place where knowledge had been collected. But the city had a wealth of attractions that drew tourists from all around the CCD, asides for it being the seat of power.
The smell was pleasant; fruity, thanks to the sauce, with a hint of the liver beneath. He arranged his own napkin, calmly took up his cutlery, and began neatly cutting his appetizer into neat, bite-sized pieces. Much like Victoria, he was starving, but refused to let that get in the way of proper manners. It wouldn't due for someone of his office to be eating like a normal person, after all.
But, at her question, he took up a small, bite-sized piece of his meal, using his knife to assure it had an even sampling of the jelly and salad, then took a bite. A moment's silence as he sampled the flavour and texture, then he nodded his approval and set down his knife to take a sip of wine. "Excellent. Although, not something I would want to eat every day. The price."
He grinned, then took another bite, eating slowly to fully enjoy the meal.
"I assume you have not seen many of the sights Moscow has to over yet, considering your work?"
There was no world-renowned library to be found; the Russian State Library was certainly an impressive collection of books, but a result of the long passed Communist state, it had been little more then that. A place where knowledge had been collected. But the city had a wealth of attractions that drew tourists from all around the CCD, asides for it being the seat of power.