Georgie's and ButterCup's Parisian Advventure continues . . .
16/06/15 11:54
We had such an amazing time last night when we dined at La Café de Miel.
By the time we arrived, Jasmine was already at our table which was way back in a dark corner of the place, away from any doors and windows. She was wearing a veil over the bottom half of her face, so we could only really see her eyes, but I could tell right away that she was a highly attractive bee.
When we got to the table, Fleur introduced Jasmine to us. Jasmine kissed us on both cheeks while she gave us each a hug that, quite frankly, felt more like she was searching for weapons or something. I didn't mind at all, though ButterCup seemed a little annoyed by that. (I whispered to her that things are a little bit different here in Paris and that it was probably just a French thing or something.)
"Whatever," she whispered back.
After all that hugging and kissing was over, ButterCup commented about how much she loved the clothes Jasmine wore, especially the red stilettos that just showed from under the haik she was wearing.
"Oh, these old things? Thank you. And that is a lovely gown you're wearing. It is most delightful to at last meet you. You are every bit as beeautiful as your photographs."
"My photographs? You've seen pictures of me?" ButterCup asked.
"Of course, I'm sure Fleur must have shared pictures of you taken during one of her many visits to your country."
"I don't remember any photographs Fleur may have had to show you," ButterCup said a bit suspiciously, "but thank you for the complement. I do try to look my best."
"As do we all," Jasmine said.
I'm just gonna say this right now: Jasmine is not only incredibly alluring, but she also has to bee the most mysterious - and, as the French say, the most "trés exotique" - bee I've ever met. I think ButterCup was a little jealous.
As we were sitting there, enjoying our appetiser of some of the lightest, fluffiest and most delicious Pollen Puffs I'd ever tasted, I did my best to strike up a conversation with Jasmine and get better acquainted.
"Fleur mentioned to us that you guys work together," I said, just to get the conversation started.
"Oh? Did she now?" Jasmine said, as she gave Fleur what I'd hafta call a slightly curious, but stern, look. Fleur just looked at her and shrugged.
"Yes, she did. I'll bet that you encounter all kinds of interesting and dangerous situations in your work, don't you?"
Jasmine seemed to ignore my question and instead turned toward ButterCup.
"I want to know more about you and your most charmingly curious companion from Missouri here. Had you and Georgie known each other long beefore you moved from the place you shared in Minnesota and beefore you moved to the mountains in the spring of 1994?"
ButterCup just kind of looked at her with a puzzled look on her face and said, "You already seem to know quite a lot about us already."
"Oh, yes, well, I hear things," she said dismissively. "But please do tell me more about how you met one another on that September evening so long ago. I would love to finish filling in the details."
"Did you look us up on the interweb or something?" ButterCup asked Jasmine. "I mean, how did you know . . . ".
"Oh, I'm sure Fleur must have mentioned a few things about you beefore you arrived. I do so love knowing everything I can about her close friends."
Finally, after a bunch of idle conversation, the waiter brought the main course. I'd never tried Baked Onion Flower Nectar Soup, but it was delicious. That was followed by an amazingly filling serving of crystallised French Lilac Blossoms drenched in Lotus Honey sauce. We were just finishing and about to order desert when Jasmine's cell phone rang.
"I do apologise," she said. "I must take this call, but please, do ask the waiter about the desert specials. I've heard the Cola Mousse here is the best in Paris." Then she disappeared around the corner.
We ordered desert and Jasmine was right. That Cola Mousse was fantastic. But by the time we'd finished, we could help but notice that Jasmine never returned to the table (so I ate the Mousse we ordered for her - I couldn't help myself). ButterCup kept wondering where Jasmine might have disappeared to, but Fleur just said, "Oh, you know, that Jasmine is always working." Then she changed the subject really fast and asked if ButterCup and I might bee interested in taking a tour of the local Plaster Factory. I said, "Sure! I've heard of that! It's amazing what they can do with that stuff."
So that's what we did today.
I dunno if we're gonna see Jasmine again beefore we leave Paris, but I hope so. ButterCup said she just wanted to find herself a pair of those stilettos she was wearing, so tomorrow, she and Fleur are gonna go shopping. (I think I'm gonna hang around here today and see what kind of stuff they have on French TV. My wings are kinda tired from all the flying around we've been doing and I really don't wanna go shopping.)
Anyway. So far, we're having a wonderful time. Paris is an amazing place and I'll bee sad to leave. Probably.
Right now, though, I've just been told that it's time to enjoy a late supper again, so we're gonna go do that. (I'm starving.)
I hope everybody has an astoundingly satisfying day! I'll see ya' later!
By the time we arrived, Jasmine was already at our table which was way back in a dark corner of the place, away from any doors and windows. She was wearing a veil over the bottom half of her face, so we could only really see her eyes, but I could tell right away that she was a highly attractive bee.
When we got to the table, Fleur introduced Jasmine to us. Jasmine kissed us on both cheeks while she gave us each a hug that, quite frankly, felt more like she was searching for weapons or something. I didn't mind at all, though ButterCup seemed a little annoyed by that. (I whispered to her that things are a little bit different here in Paris and that it was probably just a French thing or something.)
"Whatever," she whispered back.
After all that hugging and kissing was over, ButterCup commented about how much she loved the clothes Jasmine wore, especially the red stilettos that just showed from under the haik she was wearing.
"Oh, these old things? Thank you. And that is a lovely gown you're wearing. It is most delightful to at last meet you. You are every bit as beeautiful as your photographs."
"My photographs? You've seen pictures of me?" ButterCup asked.
"Of course, I'm sure Fleur must have shared pictures of you taken during one of her many visits to your country."
"I don't remember any photographs Fleur may have had to show you," ButterCup said a bit suspiciously, "but thank you for the complement. I do try to look my best."
"As do we all," Jasmine said.
I'm just gonna say this right now: Jasmine is not only incredibly alluring, but she also has to bee the most mysterious - and, as the French say, the most "trés exotique" - bee I've ever met. I think ButterCup was a little jealous.
As we were sitting there, enjoying our appetiser of some of the lightest, fluffiest and most delicious Pollen Puffs I'd ever tasted, I did my best to strike up a conversation with Jasmine and get better acquainted.
"Fleur mentioned to us that you guys work together," I said, just to get the conversation started.
"Oh? Did she now?" Jasmine said, as she gave Fleur what I'd hafta call a slightly curious, but stern, look. Fleur just looked at her and shrugged.
"Yes, she did. I'll bet that you encounter all kinds of interesting and dangerous situations in your work, don't you?"
Jasmine seemed to ignore my question and instead turned toward ButterCup.
"I want to know more about you and your most charmingly curious companion from Missouri here. Had you and Georgie known each other long beefore you moved from the place you shared in Minnesota and beefore you moved to the mountains in the spring of 1994?"
ButterCup just kind of looked at her with a puzzled look on her face and said, "You already seem to know quite a lot about us already."
"Oh, yes, well, I hear things," she said dismissively. "But please do tell me more about how you met one another on that September evening so long ago. I would love to finish filling in the details."
"Did you look us up on the interweb or something?" ButterCup asked Jasmine. "I mean, how did you know . . . ".
"Oh, I'm sure Fleur must have mentioned a few things about you beefore you arrived. I do so love knowing everything I can about her close friends."
Finally, after a bunch of idle conversation, the waiter brought the main course. I'd never tried Baked Onion Flower Nectar Soup, but it was delicious. That was followed by an amazingly filling serving of crystallised French Lilac Blossoms drenched in Lotus Honey sauce. We were just finishing and about to order desert when Jasmine's cell phone rang.
"I do apologise," she said. "I must take this call, but please, do ask the waiter about the desert specials. I've heard the Cola Mousse here is the best in Paris." Then she disappeared around the corner.
We ordered desert and Jasmine was right. That Cola Mousse was fantastic. But by the time we'd finished, we could help but notice that Jasmine never returned to the table (so I ate the Mousse we ordered for her - I couldn't help myself). ButterCup kept wondering where Jasmine might have disappeared to, but Fleur just said, "Oh, you know, that Jasmine is always working." Then she changed the subject really fast and asked if ButterCup and I might bee interested in taking a tour of the local Plaster Factory. I said, "Sure! I've heard of that! It's amazing what they can do with that stuff."
So that's what we did today.
I dunno if we're gonna see Jasmine again beefore we leave Paris, but I hope so. ButterCup said she just wanted to find herself a pair of those stilettos she was wearing, so tomorrow, she and Fleur are gonna go shopping. (I think I'm gonna hang around here today and see what kind of stuff they have on French TV. My wings are kinda tired from all the flying around we've been doing and I really don't wanna go shopping.)
Anyway. So far, we're having a wonderful time. Paris is an amazing place and I'll bee sad to leave. Probably.
Right now, though, I've just been told that it's time to enjoy a late supper again, so we're gonna go do that. (I'm starving.)
I hope everybody has an astoundingly satisfying day! I'll see ya' later!