Log: David and Sam, Wednesday evening, February 15th (backdated like crazy)

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David hosts Sam for supper, following a suggestion from their previous shopping encounter and starting what might just become a tradition for the pair.


It had been a fairly long time since Sam had talked to David. For some reason he figured it'd be best to wait awhile before contacting the other man; too soon and might have appeared too eager to hang out with him, a moderate amount of time like three days felt more like how long a guy was supposed to wait before calling someone he wanted to date, so he figured a fairly long period of time would be best. Once he'd felt that such a length of time had elapsed, however, he got a hold of David and the two had decided to meet up at David's place for supper. Since both of them were cooking enthusiasts they could alternate where they'd hang out, and take turns cooking as well. It seemed like a cool thing to do, anyway.

Being as he was the guest, Sam brought it upon himself to bring a nice bottle of wine - white - with him, which was only fair since David was making the meal. He popped open the bottle and poured himself a glass, then began pouring one for David as well.

"Just say when."

“When,” David obliged when the glass was half full. In line with his promise to introduce the younger man to German cuisine, he had grilled Broiler (a whole chicken) for them served with a side of Knödel. It was, perhaps, a tad too heavy for supper, but given that he had not bothered with dinner, the German spy had not given it too much thought. Besides, it was a good complement to Sam’s wine. Out of habit, he raised the glass to study its colour before swirling the liquid in the stemmed glass for a good whiff of its bouquet before taking the first taste.

“So any particular reason for tonight’s meet up? Or were you just craving some good food?”

"It's nice to just get out once and a while, you know?" Sam had spent a lot of time cooped up in the mansion, it seemed, especially with classes commencing again in the New Year. It was good to keep busy but lately he'd felt more burned out than usual. So a trip outside of the building was just what the doctor called for, or so he figured. "The good food is definitely a nice bonus though, of course." He really had little to no experience with German food so it was kind of exciting to be trying it out from someone as skilled as David.

“My company is hardly a young man’s idea of ‘getting out’,” David noted good naturedly, albeit with a quirked brow. The little kitchen bell rang, and the marksman got up to remove the food from the griller, swiftly placing the chicken on a platter with practiced ease before serving it up. “Go ahead and dig in.”

"Well, I look at it like any opportunity to get away from the books, the grading, the lesson plans, that's a chance to get out. Not the same as going clubbing or anything, I guess, but still." He smiled as he watched David prepare the food, then looked down at the serving on his plate. "Oh man, that smells delicious." Sam was holding onto his utensils but in the interest of being polite he wasn't going to actually start eating until David himself had served himself and was ready to eat. So instead he licked his lips and took another sip of wine, all while eyeing the deliciousness in front of him.

“Let’s hope it tastes better than it smells, ja?” Obligingly serving himself a generous portion, David picked up his fork and promptly started eating. It was, after all, a casual dinner at his own table. And he was hungry. Then again, he was used to youngsters being somewhat formal around him at the beginning. “There’s always still time to drink yourself into a stupor after this, I would think.”

"Oh, I'm sure it does, definitely." Sam replied without thinking. "I mean, not that I think it doesn't smell good or anything, of course. If it tastes better than it smells then it'll be doubly great." Hopefully that explained what he meant. He figured that was as good a place as any to stop and dig into the food rather than chewing on the foot in his mouth, and he did just that. It really was absolutely delicious. "Wow, that is fantastic, sir. Kudos."

David’s only response was to smile as he chewed, genuinely pleased to have someone else enjoy his cooking. Well, someone else other than Jubilee’s regular raiding of his fridge. “The recipe’s included in the set I’ve printed for you,” the older man gestured at a manila folder he had left on a side table, having shamelessly used the office printer to do it. “It’s not a difficult meal to whip up without setting a kitchen on fire. Some of the spices you won’t find at a supermarket, but there’s a provision shop two blocks away run by a German-Italian couple.”

Sam's eyes lit up at the mention of a recipe being printed off and everything for him. "Oh shucks, that's great. Thank you, sir." He thought about his own recipes, most of which were handwritten notes he'd made while either talking to his mother or while watching her make things and scribbling down exactly what she'd done. "I, uh, I've got some for you too but I'll need to print 'em off, I forgot before I came over, heh." Plus he'd want to actually type them out and all, rather than have David try and decipher his chicken scratches.

“Don’t worry about it,” David assured him once his mouth wasn’t full, washing the meat down with a sip of wine. “You can email it to me if coming down here would be too much trouble. Otherwise, I can pick it up when it’s your turn to play host.”

"Alright then, that sounds like a plan." Sam made a mental note to transcribe his recipes when he went back home, and to try and plan an equally delightful meal for when it was David's turn to visit him. For the moment, however, he took another helping of great food and decided to focus on living in the moment, enjoying fantastic cuisine and great company.