<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 converses with Hana about cooking tempura for the school as well as her own manners. She mentions powers but sort of glosses over them.<br/><hr/>Bridgette seemed to nod along, she was still nibbling at cheese, and popping grapes into her mouth as she listened. Bridgette loved to eat, and the flavors of grapes and cheese together were so powerful, that her hands were feeding her almost without her permission.<br/><br/>She finished chewing and swallowed,<strong>“You are right. I was too excited.”</strong>She smiled and continued,<strong>“It is interesting, being zhe way zhat we are.” </strong>She had waited until Hana had come to that natural resting point after talking about powers.<strong>“Almost no one understood zheir powers at first. It takes time to... <em>figure zhem out</em>.” </strong><br/><br/>Bridgette reached for another tempura but she stopped herself.<br/><br/>She felt like she might have been spoiling her appetite. The sample of tempura, and the cheese plate together were almost filling her tiny ‘bird’ stomach. Bridgette ate like a bird, little meals, all day long. Her body digested quickly, it was part of her mutation. But she was certainly feeling impolite. She gestured in front of her as if she were folding a hand of cards.<em> ‘I’m done,’</em>seemed to be what the look on her face said, lighthearted and airy, like some actress from the 1930’s.<strong> “I apologize. I was excited by your delicious offering.” </strong>She couldn’t seem to stop herself from smiling, she was so charmed by Hana.<strong>“I usually have much more appropriate etiquette.” - “I promise.”</strong><br/><br/>Beta suddenly squeaked from the kitchen,<strong> “merde! Absolument pas! Merde merde merde!!”</strong>She was cursing rather loudly in French, but muffled. Her mouth sounded full. She’d sampled some of the food as it came out of the oven. It was an unfortunate coincidence of timing that Bridgette had just said that she was usually more polite.<br/><br/><strong>“I swear…” </strong>Bridgette offered a gentle look as she seemed to be apologizing for her other self cursing up a storm in the kitchen. Beta could be seen fanning at her face as she struggled to keep the food in her mouth through the space between the cabinets. Bridgette made eye contact with her. Beta slinked away deeper into the kitchen to handle her business.<br/><br/><strong>“But um…”</strong>She gathered her thoughts.<strong>“About making the ‘tenpua’ for everyone here. Students are expected to do chores around the mansion to keep every-sing working well. I’m sure your talents will be appreciated in the kitchen. You can earn your stay here like zhat! ‘Tenpua’ on zah menu at zah cafeteria would make a lot of people happy.”</strong>