And withiut the littlest of the people around the table's attention, the night unfolded before their very eyes as they stumbled upon some food which the Pratt family was not familiar of: let alone not eaten it, and so Jacob gave them a quite knowledge about.
"What's with this frites, Jacob? They're thick and this is a sort of fillet, I guess?" Micael followed as he got himself a frites-looking fried potatoes which was cut evenly thick and a sort of fillet drizzled in lemon as it reached Micael's ear palate and the glands of his saliva suddenly felt the sourness of the what looked and felt like a fillet as he had not opened it yet, and Jacob answered willingly with his generosity and his mouth followed: "So its frites on Melbourne, huh? We call it fish and chips here, Micael. The chips were simply baked and fried potatoes so that it's crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside and the fillet you're talking about is the fillet of fish. A cod, specifically. Bet and go give it a try," said Jacob as he held his glass of champagne on one of his hands while the other was resting above the table and pointed the goblet's mouth slightly into Micael and went back into his seat, and Micael wasted the littlest of time onto trying the very delicate fish and chips and gave it a try. He grabbed the fork right on the side of his plate and a fork and started cutting the fish with his knife quite gently and he cut through the cod's meat as if he was cutting butter, and it was smooth on the inside while very crispy and solid on the outside, and cut in half it went.
And steam coming from the cod's core had went seeping out from its meat and sooner the smell of the meat, and he knew immediately it was something very indulging to eat and he was greatly into it. "This is something," Micael followed as his eyes and mouth started to water briefly and his stomach had started to open, and he sliced a little piece from the big half and he forked the portion as it was immediately out from the latter, and bit through it. And the rest followed as heaven. It was tender, very succu-lent and very well-seasoned, and he told Jacob how his mouth felt as it his saliva had started to melt the cod right into his: "It tastes, everything! It's very different in my mouth, mate. Sir Jacob, I mean," and Micael laughed in the latter as the cod in his mouth had started to disintegrate upon itself, and Jacob smiled back as the adults too started to take some foods from its serving plates as looking Micael while he was enjoying his was never a great idea, and so Micael continued focusing his business, and he proceeded to try the chips. Beyond his eyes were the chips dusted with such herbs as it was cooling, and all of them stuck with salt pepper on the very crisp skin, and he started to grab one chip with his hands and it went directly into his mouth, and it became to water once more.
He could feel the crisp of the outsides as his teeth started crushing through its skin, and his palate started to taste the spices used: salt, pepper, powdered oregano and paprika that were combined together and the chips went on and they tossed it generously, and it tasted delicious and different than his father's frites, and so he continued eating.
Upon masticating the fish and chips with his mouth and the use of fine steel utensils from the inn, his eyes started to look at the rest of the table, and all of them were busy doing their businesses into eating, and everyone seemed to enjoy the beef wellington that the cooks had prepared them, and it was good for how Richard's eyes were dazzled and his mother, and Jacob was no excuse, too. They were all having the time of their lives as they were, and so enough, Micael started to talk once more as he gulped a bite of his chips, and words came seeping right out of his lungs. "When do you I start going into your school, Mister Richard?" he said with the polite voice as he grabbed himself a glass of water and drank on it as he lifted it right above than his shoulder and tilted the mouth towards his, and Richard replied sooner as he brought the food down to the plate as he was about to take a bite; he was never disappointed, and so he talked.
"It solely depends on you, Micael. All you need to do was to wear the finest clothes you can wear and bring some identification and you are sure one of the students of these guys who're eating and just right beside me. Trust me, they're good teachers," he replied with a voice while holding the fork above his plate and looking towards David and William as they were eating a portion of their wellingtons, and they looked very enjoyed and stunned by the flavors of the filled and the pastry, and soon Micael looked at his mother as he had bid his smile towards Richard and he continued eating his wellington which had hung him for a matter of seconds, and from there he talked towards his mother.
"How's the food, mother? Much better than that of Melbourne's, I must say?" he said while his eyes were locked into his mother's faces, engaging him into a quite hilarious reaction but she did not. Her eyes looked like she was satisfied more than she thought she would be, and then words drooled out of her mouth after she swallowed the beef sliding through her lips and the slicing of her mouth as Micael was looking at her, and she did: "It was. So good! But you do not compare Melbourne's oh so different food, my dear. Both of them delicious, and do not make me choose!"
Her mother followed as she lifted the fork from her hands with finesse and continued on slicing herself some portions while the other boys had started to get themselves tipsy (and Micael never wanted to be of bad image afront of his future teachers, and so he remained his guys shut and his eyes as blind as they could, if which really happened right afront of them) and Micael never wasted a single chance on not drinking, and he did. "Oh, that's great, mother? I wonder what father's about to say. What do you think about the food? May be better than yours or?" Micael followed as held another glass of water on his right hand and started turning his looks from Rebecca to Louis, who was finding himself some liquor to drink after Richard and soon he talked back to Micael with the quite sarcasm right behind every of his chosen words to spill.
"What do you mean, much better? These were never better than mine, and I challenge Jacobs god damn cooks in a quit shitshow to watch!" and he followed an obnoxious laughter at the latter (which was odd as he was not yet drank or tipsy by any means of drinking nor he had quite unsubstantial alcohol tolerance, but he sounded just like one).
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