<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mgosuzz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridgett’s Room - her home<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wakana Hana<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bridgette and Bridge are cooking together when they hear the knock on the door. Bridgette goes to answet while Bridge continues prepping the meal.<br/><hr/>It was pleasant enough. Bridgette could sense a little bit of uneasiness from Hana as the girl sat down with the much taller, much older woman. But in this close setting, Bridgette was doing her best to ignore her powers, and just focus on the real human communication that she’d learned how to do. Bridgette had never heard the word ‘tempura’ before, or at least she didn’t remember it. She tried out the word in her mouth,<strong>“Tempuua” </strong>She had a bit of childish voice with words like this. The ‘r’ was very difficult for her to find. She tried it once or twice more, but laughed at herself and moved on.<strong>“I am no good.”</strong>Bridgette happily accepted the box and set it down beside the cheese platter.<strong>“I will try it now. I can call these, ‘hors d'oeuvre’ .”</strong>She was trying to be fun with the three languages in the room.<strong>“Americans call them 'appetizers'.”</strong>She scoffed a bit,<strong>"I do not like this word.” </strong><br/><br/>Bridgette stopped her French flavored ramblings as she brought some of Hana’s tempura to her lips, she paused before she took a bite.<strong>“It is shrimp, no?” </strong>She nodded and took a healthy bite. She was able to chew twice before her eyes rolled up, and she hummed.<strong>“Mmm!”</strong>She chewed and waved her hands in front of her mouth to show that she was, indeed, chewing.<br/><br/><strong>“C'est délicieux!” </strong>Bridgette couldn’t help herself, she rather liked food, and this ‘tempura’ had just become one of her favorite things.<strong>“Sorry.”</strong>Her hand went to her chest as she gathered herself.<strong>“Zhat is dilicious.”</strong>She nodded quickly and brought a napkin to her lips.<br/><br/><strong>“That’s good that you are enjoying your time here.”</strong>Bridgette wanted more tempura but she knew not to indulge too much too fast.<strong>“It took me two year to make friends when I got here. Well…”</strong>She thought, correcting herself,<strong>“it took a few weeks before I… talked to another person.” </strong>Her smile came suddenly,<strong>“So you’re doing good! And I enjoy your cooking!” </strong>Her giggle was joyful, and her smile was as honest as smiles came.