Breaking it in half, she took one of the Reese Peanut Butter Cups and broke it in half before setting it in his open mouth. "Tell me what you think of that." Chocolate, which he loved, and peanut butter, which he seemed to like... What could go wrong?
What he thought of that? Well, he certainly thought a great many things, though at first he couldn't tell what this was exactly. The taste of peanut butter was strong at first, the rest leaving him wondering for a bit before he could pinpoint the other dominant flavour: chocolate.
"By the Maker's beard," he moaned through a mouthful of the sweet, letting it swirl and break apart in his mouth, taking his time before he swallowed it. "What is that? Who can even think of such things?"
She held up the package for him to look at, popping the other half in her mouth. There were still two more cups in it and she pulled one out for him. "Say hello to one of the best inventions in the world. Peanut Butter cups. The best of both worlds."
Oh, that reaction had definitely been worth it, and she went to set the candy on the counter so he could read the package as he liked or just gobble it all up. She had more. The chicken needed tending to, though, so after flipping over the last two pieces, she pulled the ones in the oven out and set them to cool enough for her to start the salad. The rolls went in next to heat as she turned the temperature down, then looked over at him as she started to get all their things together for a meal. "I take it you like it?"
"Peanut butter cups," he parroted the name, as if testing it and getting used to it, while he picked up another of the candies and popped it in his mouth. He really should be saving sweets for later, but there was more than enough room in his stomach for these and the chicken, so it would do no harm to eat a few more of these, as she finished taking care of the food that was cooking. "Yes, very much so. I wouldn't have thought about the mixture of chocolate and peanut butter, but it does work very well."
"Ah, Fili, my adorable little candy muncher, you're going to find out very quickly that chocolate goes with almost everything." Fried chicken draining over the paper towels, she got to work tearing up the baked chicken, adding it to the bowl with all the rest of the salad fixings -- including halved grapes because yes, she was the devil. Besides, if he didn't like the sweet, they were easy enough to pick out.
She watched him all but inhale the cups, making a note to get a lot more of them. She liked them as well and between the two of them... well. Things might get messy. "Chocolate's good for sweets, like that, but people use it for cooking as well. There's different kinds of chocolate, like bittersweet, dark, unsweetened, white... they all taste different. There's icing and syrup and chips and flakes and powder and bars... More types than you could probably even think of. People really, really like their chocolate where I come from. I guess that carries over to here."
"Oh no, stop," he said that with a grin, all the chocolate treats she listed out making his stomach grumble softly at the thought. Even if a good part of it, he did not recognize by name alone. For now, though, he kept helping himself to those peanut butter cups, as he stole a glance at the rest of the food she was preparing for them. "You'll have to stop talking about food and giving me food, if we are to ever do anything else other than eat."
He didn't make too weird a face to the grapes, though unusual it was to see it mixed with salad and chicken - if anything he was curious to see how it worked. People roasted meat with some fruits at times, after all, so why not this? "Can I help with anything now?"
"Mm, get the rolls out of the oven? Mitts, please. I'd like not to have to take you to a hospital for burns." She gestured back to the oven, pulling the butter over and starting to get plates for them. Three pieces fried chicken breast each, and enough chicken salad for a few roll sandwiches each. Should be enough for now.
And if not, there was always takeout. "Bed with this or do you think we can manage to eat at the table?" Which, of course, made her think of breakfast in bed... oh, that would be happening.
He could handle a little heat, actually, being used to working with the fire of the forge, but still, prolonged contact could leave a lasting mark. So he did as told, putting on the mitts she wore moments ago, and using them to get the rolls out of the oven, still a little unsure how these were supposed to be eaten - but he'd follow her lead on that.
"Hmm, bed sounds nice. More comfortable. Although we might make a bit of a mess." Setting the tray on top of the counter, he looked over at her. "Where should I put these?"
She gave him a cheeky grin. "I happen to like messes in bed." Well, when it had something to do with a certain dwarf, she did. In answer to his question, she pointed at a plate, bending down to get another tray, though this one of the eat in bed variety. It had little legs and everything, hidden under the bottom cupboard when she'd moved in. She hadn't thought she'd be needing it, but...
"A plate for the rolls, plate for the chicken, bowl for the salad and... ah, right. The not quite ambrosia-ambrosia. And water. Butter..." She called things out as she started to arrange them on the tray, sliding in a knife here or a fork there, tucking bottles under her arms and then looking at the tray. "Bed it is. Get your incredibly distracting butt into it, Fili." Oops, needed salt and pepper... there. Okay. Good. She was ready. She hoped.
What a lovely view he got there, as she bent over to get the tray. He allowed himself to get distracted by it for a few seconds, then started moving the rolls from the oven tray to the plate, stacking them up, then setting the plate on the tray, as she added the rest herself.
Not much he could help, in that regard. She knew better than he did where everything was, not to mention she could reach the cupboards high up on the walls far more easily. So he waited instead, simply reaching for the bottles under her arms so he could at least help carry something along.
"Very well. But do try not to get too distracted on the way," he gave her a wink and a cheeky grin, then turned around and led the way back to the bedroom, his firm and distracting butt in plain view for her to appreciate.
"No promises," she murmured, watching with a happy little sigh when he started off to the bedroom. Fili certainly did have everything good in all the right places and her little heart (and libido) went pitter patter every time. She followed after him, hefting the tray and glad for the help with the water, hunger biting at her in both varieties. She wondered to herself how much of the food they'd get through before she started in on him again.
He couldn't help but smile in amusement at that little sigh of hers, though he didn't look back at her, instead continuing on his way. And if he swayed his hips just so, making his backside wiggle here and there, well... he wasn't doing it on purpose, of course.
Reaching the bedroom, he set the bottles down on the nightstand to avoid unpleasant accidents, then crawled up onto the bed. The covers were a little stained from their previous activities, so he tugged the topmost sheet out of the way, so they wouldn't get themselves or their food dirty.
Fili's narration was a lying sack of lies. But Riley followed after him, eyes swaying along with the booty until he scrambled onto the bed. Coming in, she set the tray down in the middle, then crawled up on the other side, looking at the spread with a happy sigh. "Okay, so, fried chicken or chicken salad first?"
And maybe her hand snuck under the tray to slide along his leg. Maybe.
He hummed at the question at first, but then found his breath cut short at the all too casual touch along his leg. Still, he said nothing to it, smiling knowingly and arching an eyebrow at her. Oh, but she was a terrible temptress - luckily he still was quite a bit hungry, and the food smelled delicious enough that his attention wasn't diverted quite so easily.
"Fried chicken, please." Did he eat it just like that? Or was he supposed to add something else to it first? In the end he decided to let her hand it to him instead, since she would know better.
She stole her hand back, then took one of the pieces and broke it in half. Steam billowed up, but the meat was white and juicy and she made a pleased sound. "You can add salt to taste if you like, but there's seasoning in it, so you might not want to." She did, though. Just a tad, and she took a piece and handed it to him, then added a sprinkle to her own and broke off a smaller piece to pop in her mouth, chewing quickly. Yes, Fili, fried chicken was frickin' hot.
He would do the same as her, since she was more used to this dish, and as she gave him the chicken, he copied her as well, breaking off a smaller piece of the meat, then popping it in his mouth. It was hot, yes, very much so, and he kept his mouth open and took quick breaths as if to let it cool, only chewing and swallowing once he didn't feel it burning his tongue.
"It's good!" He smiled and nodded, peeling off a little of the crunchy outer layer and trying it by itself. Humming, he then bit off another piece from the chicken, practically scarfing it down once it wasn't quite so hot anymore.
She broke the other pieces in halves, helping them cool more, then finished her piece before she reached for one of the rolls. "Now for something a little different." The roll was broken in half, warm on the inside so a little butter half melted on it. Then she forked a generous helping of the salad onto it, closing it up and handing it over. "Voila." She licked her fingers, waiting to see if he'd like that as she made another.
That earned a more curious look from him, as he watched her prepare the roll, sucking his fingers clean and then accepting the food as she handed it over to him. It took a little balancing there, not wanting any bit of salad to fall off, then tipping his head back just so, he took a big bite out of it, humming as he chewed and swallowed.
The roll threatened to fall apart in his hands, though, so before making too much of a mess, he shoved the rest into his mouth, his cheeks all stretched out and filled up with food, and he slowly chewed the mouthful of chicken salad roll before he managed to choke on it.
"Silly dwarf," she chastised, gesturing to the water. "No killing yourself via food. I've just gotten to start getting to know you and I'd like that to continue, please and thank you."
But oh my god, yes. He was too much like that. She laughed.
"Mm hmmfh--!" Which, of course, made no sense to her, just like it didn't to him. So he reached for that water first, managing to swallow down a good portion of the food, then washing down the rest with a large gulp of water.
"Don't worry, we dwarves can shove quite a lot of food into our mouths. This is nothing - you should see us at our parties back home."
"Yeah? I can just imagine. So," she looked down at her own sandwich, playing coy, though she was being a brat. "Are all dwarves like you? If I wound up in a dwarf party, would it just be row after row of gorgeous blonde braided men with finely toned butts?"
"Why? Are you planning to replace me for a superior specimen already?" Said in tone of joke, of course, as he arched an eyebrow at her. "But no, I truly meant it when I said most of us can be a bit fat. There are some that are more muscled, like me or even more so, but the blond hair is a rarer thing. Brown or black hair is more common among dwarves, although red hair is a rarity, even more so than blond - truly valued among our kin."
"I like you blonde. And just like you are." She passed over another sandwich, making another for herself and sliding in some of the fried chicken. Mix and match time. "Are you a family type? Clans and such. Or more on your own?"
Copying her there, he added some of the fried chicken onto his own sandwich, taking a small and quick bite from it this time. "Family is very important to dwarves, yes. And we live in enclosed settlements within mountains, dwarven kingdoms. No dwarf really ever is on his own. Not that I know of, at least." For all he knew, there may be one or another living their lives all alone, somewhere in Middle Earth, but he didn't think it very likely.
"And you've got your brother here, right? So you're not alone." Because if that was important to him and his well being? That was kind of important to her too. After the initial need to cram food in her mouth, she managed to slow down, take her time, enjoy the actual flavors of it -- and through it all, she watched him. Seeing what he liked. What he didn't. Making little notes about him.
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"By the Maker's beard," he moaned through a mouthful of the sweet, letting it swirl and break apart in his mouth, taking his time before he swallowed it. "What is that? Who can even think of such things?"
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Oh, that reaction had definitely been worth it, and she went to set the candy on the counter so he could read the package as he liked or just gobble it all up. She had more. The chicken needed tending to, though, so after flipping over the last two pieces, she pulled the ones in the oven out and set them to cool enough for her to start the salad. The rolls went in next to heat as she turned the temperature down, then looked over at him as she started to get all their things together for a meal. "I take it you like it?"
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She watched him all but inhale the cups, making a note to get a lot more of them. She liked them as well and between the two of them... well. Things might get messy. "Chocolate's good for sweets, like that, but people use it for cooking as well. There's different kinds of chocolate, like bittersweet, dark, unsweetened, white... they all taste different. There's icing and syrup and chips and flakes and powder and bars... More types than you could probably even think of. People really, really like their chocolate where I come from. I guess that carries over to here."
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He didn't make too weird a face to the grapes, though unusual it was to see it mixed with salad and chicken - if anything he was curious to see how it worked. People roasted meat with some fruits at times, after all, so why not this? "Can I help with anything now?"
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And if not, there was always takeout. "Bed with this or do you think we can manage to eat at the table?" Which, of course, made her think of breakfast in bed... oh, that would be happening.
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"Hmm, bed sounds nice. More comfortable. Although we might make a bit of a mess." Setting the tray on top of the counter, he looked over at her. "Where should I put these?"
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"A plate for the rolls, plate for the chicken, bowl for the salad and... ah, right. The not quite ambrosia-ambrosia. And water. Butter..." She called things out as she started to arrange them on the tray, sliding in a knife here or a fork there, tucking bottles under her arms and then looking at the tray. "Bed it is. Get your incredibly distracting butt into it, Fili." Oops, needed salt and pepper... there. Okay. Good. She was ready. She hoped.
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Not much he could help, in that regard. She knew better than he did where everything was, not to mention she could reach the cupboards high up on the walls far more easily. So he waited instead, simply reaching for the bottles under her arms so he could at least help carry something along.
"Very well. But do try not to get too distracted on the way," he gave her a wink and a cheeky grin, then turned around and led the way back to the bedroom, his firm and distracting butt in plain view for her to appreciate.
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Good thing chicken tasted good cold.
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Reaching the bedroom, he set the bottles down on the nightstand to avoid unpleasant accidents, then crawled up onto the bed. The covers were a little stained from their previous activities, so he tugged the topmost sheet out of the way, so they wouldn't get themselves or their food dirty.
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And maybe her hand snuck under the tray to slide along his leg. Maybe.
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"Fried chicken, please." Did he eat it just like that? Or was he supposed to add something else to it first? In the end he decided to let her hand it to him instead, since she would know better.
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"It's good!" He smiled and nodded, peeling off a little of the crunchy outer layer and trying it by itself. Humming, he then bit off another piece from the chicken, practically scarfing it down once it wasn't quite so hot anymore.
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The roll threatened to fall apart in his hands, though, so before making too much of a mess, he shoved the rest into his mouth, his cheeks all stretched out and filled up with food, and he slowly chewed the mouthful of chicken salad roll before he managed to choke on it.
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But oh my god, yes. He was too much like that. She laughed.
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"Don't worry, we dwarves can shove quite a lot of food into our mouths. This is nothing - you should see us at our parties back home."
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