...doesn't see how that's a positive thing.

It's so much fun! The tables become tunnels, the chairs turn into vaults and the sofas into half-bouncy castles.

And you can make excellent fortresses out of a sofa and a bunch of cushions. You just need to eat a lot to keep energy up~

...thinks that you've gone barking mad to find that entertaining, but has nothing against it. He's just annoyed that he can't reach the knob

for the bathroom door...

blinks. The best way to reach any door is by hooking the handle of an umbrella over the door handle and pulling down and out. Easy.

To reach the stove, stack a few old books or boxes on top of a low stool. All the pans were very heavy, though, so forget the stove.

Use the microwave. Much easier. Though she did have to crawl onto the counter to push the microwave buttons...

to know why you're so smart, and why he didn't think of such a solution... For his brain to not function properly, he's going to blame it

on too much interaction with America!

shrugs, grinning. Maybe it's a side-effect of spicy food. Speaking of spicy food, do you want any?

hasn't had anything spicy in a long while, so he nods. Yes please.

And America is okay. Annoying, but okay.

Really? Yes . You never tried any all those times you visited. Some time back, too. With your family.

(I remember the little one. But I forgot his name. He tried a little... and put the puri back immediately. Too spicy for him, I suppose.)

passes Ivan a microwaved puri It may be a little warm.

takes the food with a mutter of thanks. The steam coming off it is surprisingly nice, and the aroma is making his mouth water. Hm.

Haven't had that reaction to food in a while... He digs in.

watches, smiling. Sometimes the reactions are brilliant. The first time Arthur had tasted her food, he breathed fire and was

constipated for a month. Of course, his food was terrible to start with...

totally agrees with that. He once tried some of England's scones and couldn't get the burnt taste out of his mouth for weeks...

Golden rule? Never. taste. England's. cooking. Of course, when he was stuck in the same house as you it was nearly impossible...

...but now things are better, his national food is curry and my national food is... a lot of things, and none of them used to be English.

very thankful for that, because if what he just ate was English then... He's not going to think about it.

Perish the thought. The only English thing she still likes are cream cakes. And that puri has never been a cream cake.

more than glad for that little bit of knowledge. Now he can safely finish off this puri...

conveniently forgets to add that she'd made six puris... with four green chillies between them.

...doesn't think he wants to know that extra bit of information.

(True story. The ingredients for bhel puri include four chopped hair mirch - or green chilli. More when my mom makes it.)

(*hari. Oops)

(LOLOL. My keyboard hates me too. XD)

tilts her head to one side. No signs of distress... that was good.

starting to feel the heat tingling down his throat, and suddenly has the urge to down a lot of water...

notices the flush on Ivan's cheeks. Danger. Scramble for water jug. Forget glasses. He wouldn't bother anyway.

would gladly drink directly out of the jug at this moment, etiquette be damned.

hands him the jug. It builds up your endurance, dear. Maybe it is a test of some kind.

doesn't like this kind of test, chugging down the water in large gulps. He also has no idea how you can eat this so casually.

oh, like this? She takes another puri out of the microwave box and takes a bite out of it. She continues eating and finishes the puri.

Not a blink.

Isn't it yummy? It could use another chilli, o'course...

going WTFWTFWTF in his mind, and stares at you eat. That is just crazy...but he respects you a lot more now.

(I just described the way cousin ate a puri, and you just described my expression when she carries out aforementioned feat.)

more things to eat, though. Would you like a sweet? They're er, very sweet.

And perfect after spicy food.

(...I'm a psychic, chyeah. 8D)

(xD)

more than happy to accept your offer. Though he doesn't quite like sweets that much (his country's cake is the only exception), it must be

better than to sit through another puri...not that he doesn't like it or anything, but his throat needs time to recover.

nods and scrambles off. And returns in a few minutes with a box of sweets. The sweets are small and round, and rather soft. They're pedas.

Pedas, huh? Looks interesting... he pops one in his mouth and chews.

one herself. Milky and overpoweringly sweet. Not the candyish sweet that America likes, though, this is creamy sweetness.

looking at the box, wanting to eat another one. But he doesn't want to seem greedy, content with just staring.

remembers the time when she'd finished off five boxes of these. And fallen asleep from a sugar coma. And she'd been adult-sized.

notices her hand getting warm, then how Ivan seemed to be training a glare onto the box. Shed hoped he'd liked them...

still staring at the pedas, somehow using his mental powers (which he doesn't have) to...mentally eat them.

opens the box. One more? Her tummy insisted on it. Or maybe two more. She had plenty left over in the fridge...

offers the box to you. Do take one if you liked them. You will like them soon enough. Most people did.

doesn't need to be told what to do, immediately dipping his hand into the box and retrieving another one. He pops it into his mouth...

probably doesn't need to tell you this, but he likes them already~

delighted. She sits down on the ground and nibbles at hers. Next perhaps she could bring a box of jalebis. Or burfis. Pista? Chocolate. Yes.

doesn't really mind, as long as he gets to have some more of those treats.