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*Holmesian Feline* · 02-20-2012, 05:56 AM

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Originally Posted by Green Ninja

Nodding she sniffed the air again, "Hmmm, well hot dogs sound good." she replied with a small laugh. "Well smell good anyway. Anything you would rather prefer?" She loved them knew they weren't good for her but still ate them on occasion. "Well the caramel popcorn smells good but I wonder if they might have any pretzels here."

"So where are you from?" she asked brushing her hair over her shoulder as she turned towards were the food booths were. That was a good starting question, right? Well, he might be a Brit or even a Scot or possibly like she, something completely in another part of the world! Why was it hot dogs smelled so good on a grill? Her mouth was watering now just from the smell of them cooking and the thought of one for lunch!

Turning her head slightly towards him to look at him again, she smiled softly waiting for his answer. So far he'd been a gentleman from what she'd seen. She liked that about a guy!

"They do...don't they?" Jonathan questioned rhetorically, having smelt them since he had gotten to the flea market. "Well then hot dogs it is. They're as good an option as any. Shall we..." he mused motioning with an outstretched arm for them to both head in the direction of where said smell was clearly eminating from. His other limb slipping to the other side of Stef though clearly not touching the woman. Just sort of absently guiding her and himself in the one direction.

"England...more specifically north Lancashire," he answered as they started to walk. Activity set it motion...check. First bit of personal information other then name...double check. So far so good though he supposed they were in safe territory as of yet so not much to worry about."And yourself?" the auror asked returning the question to be fair. He couldn't place it but something in her voice gave him the feeling she was a transplant from outside Britain.

02-20-2012, 05:56 AM	#11 (permalink)
Holmesian Feline Chimaera Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street Posts: 30,235 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Seventh Year x8 x8	Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna Quote: Originally Posted by Green Ninja Nodding she sniffed the air again, "Hmmm, well hot dogs sound good." she replied with a small laugh. "Well smell good anyway. Anything you would rather prefer?" She loved them knew they weren't good for her but still ate them on occasion. "Well the caramel popcorn smells good but I wonder if they might have any pretzels here." "So where are you from?" she asked brushing her hair over her shoulder as she turned towards were the food booths were. That was a good starting question, right? Well, he might be a Brit or even a Scot or possibly like she, something completely in another part of the world! Why was it hot dogs smelled so good on a grill? Her mouth was watering now just from the smell of them cooking and the thought of one for lunch! Turning her head slightly towards him to look at him again, she smiled softly waiting for his answer. So far he'd been a gentleman from what she'd seen. She liked that about a guy! "They do...don't they?" Jonathan questioned rhetorically, having smelt them since he had gotten to the flea market. "Well then hot dogs it is. They're as good an option as any. Shall we..." he mused motioning with an outstretched arm for them to both head in the direction of where said smell was clearly eminating from. His other limb slipping to the other side of Stef though clearly not touching the woman. Just sort of absently guiding her and himself in the one direction. "England...more specifically north Lancashire," he answered as they started to walk. Activity set it motion...check. First bit of personal information other then name...double check. So far so good though he supposed they were in safe territory as of yet so not much to worry about."And yourself?" the auror asked returning the question to be fair. He couldn't place it but something in her voice gave him the feeling she was a transplant from outside Britain. __________________