audette rousseau

Oh, how taken Audette was by the merriment and delectable scents of food that so surrounded her. In a way, it reminded her of her home country. Though France had an air of audacity to it, the French people adored little more than the gaiety surrounding a particularly good meal finished with an equally fabulous wine. Her clove colored irises so eagerly took in every sight and sound she was afforded. Her insistence that it looked nothing short of delicious was met by that rich baritone of Adrien's voice as he so bid her wait to taste it. Immediately, the warmth of her gaze returned to the man at her side, and truthfully, Audette could hardly help the distinctly feminine giggle upon her lips. "I look forward to it." She insisted, the hazelnut of her irises momentarily lingering upon him perhaps longer then she should have. There was...admittedly, something about his voice that drew the young girl, the smooth lit of that self-assuredness, that distinctly English accent. It made her want to listen to him talk and yet coaxing such conversation from the man was a delicate interplay she had not yet completely come to understand. Thankfully, the waitress was quick to distract Audi from that train of thought she so surely would fluster herself with and effortlessly, the ballerina trailed after the woman and around the small tables with their colorful little feasts.

Upon being presented with that quaint, out of the way table, Audette gingerly placed her dance bag on the floor, tucking it neatly beside the table's central support column. She slid gracefully into her chair as Adrien shrugged out of his jacket, placing it upon the back of his chair before he too joined her. Graciously, Audette took the menu she was offered, the girl nothing if not astute to warm welcome the waitress provided, and her detailed instructions of the inner workings of the menu and how to properly order. Her gaze never once wavered until the waitress departed with the intent to provide them a moment to look over the vast menu before them. Her studios perusing, however, hardly lasted long before the weight of those purple irises drew her gaze upwards. She leaned into the table ever so slightly, her clove colored irises near sparkling in the fluorescent light above as the couple muttered conspiratorialy on the true 'proper' way to enjoy the menu. The idea was easy enough and yet, so too was it clear to the young woman that he had ventured to this establishment...frequently. Enough, that is, to know which dishes were surely the best. It was his very inquiry of how adventurous she felt that prompted the ballerina to issue a challenge of her own, one that he so quickly rose to the occasion for.

It was Adrien's utterance of the word 'date' that prompted a simper to flutter across her lips. Although Audette had already assumed it was such, there was a certain warmth that flooded her chest in hearing him admit it, as if to confirm the blossoming of that interest the pair clearly held for one another. She hardly dwelled upon it, however, the girl merely offering an almost dismissive shrug, "I am a brave girl." Audette retorted with a uniquely playful wink. She leaned forward ever so slightly as Adrien waved the waitress back towards them. Inquisitively, the ballerina glanced over the menu, following those entrancing purple irises as he looked over it to pick a myriad of choices for them. So many of those words that fell from his lips were uniquely fascinating, others vaguely familiar even if Audette was certain they'd be nothing like what she had at home. Nevertheless, the girl relinquished her hold upon her own menu with their order, complete with drinks and an appetizer placed. Oh, how curious Audette was for that veritable feast Adrien clearly intended for them! Her stomach, surely, was near growling in anticipation!

Audette flashed her companion a reassuring simper at his eagerness to please her, "Ah, I am sure it will be parfaite." She insisted, hardly worried, after all, it certainly smelled nothing short of amazing. She had, of course, noticed the particularly small plates on the tables she'd passed. That, in itself, nothing short of curiosity and yet Adrien's explanation made perfect sense. Still, it brought her to wonder the purpose of an appetizer when they all seemed like little appetizers! Audette could hardly help but to giggle at her own thoughts, her head tilted slightly to the side, shifting those blonde tumbling curls. "I look forward to trying them all." She answered him brightly. Her gaze lingered upon the man as his brows furrowed unexpectedly, a thought clearly taking hold upon his mind. The sound of her name upon his lips quickly ensnared all of her attention (not as if it wasn't already upon him in the first place!). "Hm?" She inquired, though the fae was hardly prepared for the query that followed suit. That laughter immediately bubbled from her lips before she nodded quite eagerly amongst her giggles. "Ah, oui. I do eat." Audette insisted, her simper never once wavering, "I am told we do not have to but....I have never not." She admitted, after all, her family had done...everything to blend in with the humanity the involved themselves with and, in turn, Audette had grown up the same way any mortal child would have, beyond that simple need to ensure her light remained hidden at all times. "I grew up in the French countryside and my mother was insistent that I would be just like the other children. I fear I would be...ah...a terrible....example of a fae." She explained, her French accent as potent as ever as she so diligently strove to stick with that English language she was now so surrounded with.