Giselle's Apartment

[giselle]

Giselle smiled at him. "All right..." She said, strolling over to her bed. "You dont need this any mroe, do you?"S he asked, motioning to the overhead lamp as she sat on her bed.

[pieeater]

Pie glanced across the room. The lamp, hed almost forgotten he was even in an electrically lit apartment. "Nope. Already tucked in." He had a blanket tossed over half his body sloppily, his feet poking out at the end. He sighed and closed his eyes - the first quiet night he'd had in years.

[giselle]

Giselle smiled as she turned out the light and fell asleep.
The next morning she wok up around the same time she usually did. She dressed quickly and then set to work making breakfast, quietly so that she would not wake Pie Eater while she cooked. She did all of the quiet things first, then the louder ones, checking to see if he was awake every once in a while.

[pieeater]

Pie Eater was flat on his back one arm hanging off the couch and his jaw hanging open. Every couple of breaths, some air would get caught in his throat letting out a deep snore. He didn't wake until he heard a couple pots clang together. It took a moment for him to get his bearings and he looked around rather confused. He caught sight of Giselle and smiled, remembering the evening before.

With one mighty stretch he sat up and untangled himself from the blankets. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes and half-heartedly tried to fix his bead head he said, "Sleep good?"

[giselle]

Giselle turned around with a smile. "Yes, and yourself? I hope my couch was comfortable enough..." She said, the thought just now occuring to her. Breakfast was almost ready and she began to put the food on the plate.
"Want fruit with your breakfast?" She asked.

[pieeater]

He sifted through his pile of clothes uncovering his undershirt and pulling it on over his head. "Bettah than my springy ol' bunk at home - actually best night sleep I've had in years - no cryin', coughin', talking', or nothing" He answered as he started to hook his suspenders back to his pants so they wouldn't fall on his short stroll to the table.

Pie joined her in the kitchen area grinning as usual. He took a deep breath and could feel himself begin to salivate. "Fruit too? Now yer jus' spoilin' me!" He laughed and leaned up against the counter.

[giselle]

"Im glad you slept well, then." She said, cutting up some fruit. She put the fruit on one plate and the french toast on another. "You can take however much you want." She said, deciding to let him take first. She had been brought up serving guests and others and always let tthe other person start first.

[pieeater]

"Thanks" He grabbed the plate of fruit and the one of French toast and carried them to the table politely. He took over the same chair as the night before and started to dish his plate up with a generous helping. The fork managed to become a shovel as he crammed his mouth full off food. Growing up on his own made him boorish in a charming way - he wasn't impolite, just not aware of courtesy like chewing with your mouth closed, no elbows on the table, or waiting for everyone to be dished up before starting.

"This is delicious Giselle!" He said to her, the food muddling his words to an extent. "You was bein' modest when ya said you couldn't cook well"

[giselle]

" Thank you...I know people who do it much better, though," She said with a laugh. She sat with him at the table and ate what she had, finishing a little after him.

The food was quite good, but she always held herself up to her mother's standards, which were obnoxiously high. Her mother would have made this with hand whipped whipped cream, syrup in a glass pitcher, powdered sugar, honey, and had the table set. She sighed, thinking of her mother and wondering how that old lady was doing back in France.

[pieeater]

Pie finished up and wiped his face on his sleeve like usual. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms up and over his head so his hands were ultimately cradling the back of his skull. His stomach was full to unusual point for him so early in the morning but it felt great - it also gave him the luxury of saving his money and not buying lunch.

After the initial feeling of satisfaction had passed he looked back at Giselle. "When ya gotta be at Caprice today?" He asked still smiling at her.

[giselle]

Giselle shrugged. "Later... probably sometime after noon." She said, picking up her plate and his and taking them to the sink. She was going to wash them, but then decided that they could wait until after work, so she just left them in the sink and returned to the table. "Do you need to start selling soon?" She asked.

[pieeater]

"Oh.." he said a little disappointed - he had hoped to escort her to the hall but there was always another time for that. He sighed and stretched again before answering her question. "Yeah, mornin' edition usually sells bettah than the later ones..." Pie excused himself from the table and returned to his clothing. He proceeded to finished dressing, pulling his yellow shirt on over his head followed by his boots on his feet.

[giselle]

"You sound disappointed," She said, sighing a little as she turned to look at him again. She waited for him to finish dressing before talking again. "If you want, I'll come sell with you until I have to leave..." She offered. He could decline if he wanted, but she did want something to do before practice.

[pieeater]

Pie looked up while snapping his suspenders onto his shoulders, once again grinning. "I can show ya all da ropes!" He said the enthusiasm returning to his voice. "But..ya really ain't gonna need them being a dancer..." He thought aloud then shrugged deciding it really didn't matter either way.

[giselle]

"Its always good to know." She said with a smile. "It would be fun, and a change of scene for me... I'd like to see exactly what you do." She said, walking to the mirror and brushing her hair, then to the hanger to grab her scarf.