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not_adorable ([info]not_adorable) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2011-10-25 23:17:00


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Entry tags:angelo bennet, giovanna bennet

Play To Your Strengths, Kid
Angelo had gotten a text from his sister while he was out shopping that when he had some time to spare, that day, they needed to talk. Nothing was out of place about her wording or the timing of the message, but it stuck in his mind like a knot in a rope until he got back. After making sure all the perishables were properly secured, he knocked at her door.

"Sorella, you needed to speak with me?"



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[info]burnwithlight
2011-10-26 12:41 am UTC (link)
"Yes, Angelo. Andrew and I have been discussing things, and we think there's a line of training you should pursue further."

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[info]not_adorable
2011-10-26 12:47 am UTC (link)
Angelo's eyes widen and then return to normal, and he's mindful to keep his voice steady.

"Oh?" He swallows. "Has something changed that I should be aware of?" What did he do wrong?

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[info]burnwithlight
2011-10-26 01:00 am UTC (link)
"Not changed, precisely. But some of the consulate's unique needs have been emphasized. We simply think it would be best to take advantage of your full skill set. So we're considering culinary school, if it's amenable to you."

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[info]not_adorable
2011-10-26 01:10 am UTC (link)
Angelo blinks, before clenching a fist and commanding himself to maintain his composure, although he does mumble something in Italian at himself under his breath.

"A... culinary school? I... well, I'm flattered by the consideration, of course, but you know that's just a hobby..." He clears his throat. "I hardly even have the foundation to keep up in a professional atmosphere like that..."

He's so unassuming, you see. Professionally trained cooks are so distinguished and important and good heavens the sort of entrees and desserts he could be learning how to make...

"What about my espionage and security training?" He furrows his brow.

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[info]burnwithlight
2011-10-26 01:11 am UTC (link)
"We have to focus on what we need here and now. We have several people who can specialize in security, only one who can specialize in dinner parties. If Andrew's aspirations are to be fulfilled, we're going to need more cake than death, Angelo."

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[info]not_adorable
2011-10-26 01:22 am UTC (link)
Implications dawn on Angelo, as his Bennet-senses kick into gear. "Dinner parties..." He cocks his head. "You want me to learn more than cooking, don't you? You want me to study event coordination?"

For all his, at times misguided, chivalrous zeal, Angelo is still a 17 year old boy who wants nothing more than to do the Right Thing and please his family, and he can't help but just be left awash in flattery as a shiny new way to Serve is dangled in front of him.

One that lets him make cream puffs and creme brulee!

"I... I suppose I have no choice but to accept." He straightens his posture, fighting off a smile.

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[info]burnwithlight
2011-10-26 01:23 am UTC (link)
"Excellent. We knew we could count on you." She pulls out the pamphlets. "I got the registration information from three local ones. It's your expertise; figure out which one will better prepare you to suit these kind of needs."

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[info]not_adorable
2011-10-26 01:41 am UTC (link)
Angelo snatches takes the pamphlets with as much poise and dignity as he can muster, and looks over them. "I'll begin my research."

He looks up from his bounty, and then gives his sister a hug. "I won't ask you to tell Father for me."

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