Gunpowder & Cinnamon {Fred Weasley}

Chapter Ninety Three

"You wanted to try the cuisine...and yet we're eating a pretzel?" Eleanor asked looking at Fred as the red head munched on the giant pretzel happily.

"If you would take a moment and eat this, you wouldn't question my choices. Now open your mouth and eat this."

"But I don't like pretzels-"

"I said eat it!" Fred said before ripping off a piece and shoving it in her mouth. Eleanor sat still, her mouth closed but not chewing. "Ellie..eat or you'll get no dessert."

"But I don't like pretzels!" she said covering her mouth that was still full.

"Oh but it's so good, it's crispy and salty...and you're spitting it out." He watched as Eleanor leaned over on the bench and spat into one of her napkins before tossing it in the bin nearby. When she turned back to him, she flashed him an innocent smile.

"I told you." she shrugged.

He sighed. "You don't appreciate fine food.'

"I thought we were going to try something else!"

"Like what?"

"What in Merlin's name is that?" Fred whispered to Eleanor across the table as they found themselves seated in a restaurant they couldn't even pronounce even if they worked together.

"I dunno. I just like the name of it to be honest." she told him.

"I really am not a fan of the smell."

"Maybe it tastes better than it smells..."

"And looks." Fred grimaced.

"You have to admit though, it's a pretty fun name ...Leberknödelsuppe."

"That's the only fun thing about it." Fred looked down the two balls of meat centered in the plate in some sort of broth.

"Come on, Fred, haven't you heard the saying, when in Rome, do as the Romans do?"

"No, and need I remind you that we are in Germany, not Rome."

She made a face at him. "It's just a...never mind, just grab a spoon and let's try this."

The two took a spoonful but as quickly as they put it in their mouths, it was obvious that Leberknödelsuppe would not be a favorite of theirs.

Eleanor forced herself to swallow before downing some water but Fred made no attempt as he left the table completely to head to the washroom.

"But the pretzel...the pretzel was bad?! Not that?" Fred asked her as they paid the bill promptly and left.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was liver!"

"ACK!" Fred wiped his tongue with a napkin. "I can't get the taste out of my mouth."

"You're so dramatic."

"Says the one who spit out the pretzel!"

"How many times do I have to say-"

"Oooh I'm Eleanor and I don't like pretzels but I'll order two balls of liver! That sounds delicious, doesn't it? Sounds so much better than yummy doughy goodness."

"First off, I do not sound like that. Second, I prefer the liver over the pretzel!"

Fred gasped. "You little monster."

"I would spit out the pretzel all over again if I could. In fact, I just might go buy another pretzel just so I can spit it out in front of you!"

"That is a waste of food."

"Be careful Fred, your Ron is showing."

"Well, well, well, so it comes down to this, doesn't it? Well, you know what Ellie, I don't think we can be together. I can't be with someone who doesn't enjoy pretzels as much as myself."

"Then I'm terribly sorry it had to end this way. I'm sorry that we have different kneads-"

"Ellie-"

"And you're such a weirdough-"

"Stop-"

"But deep down I'll always loaf you."

"That's it!"

Eleanor laughed as Fred began to chase her down the street.

Later on that evening with full stomachs full of foreign food, and tired from all their sight seeing adventure, not to mention all the chasing, Eleanor and Fred had barely made to nine in the evening without passing out. Eleanor had fallen asleep long before Fred, leaving her to curl her body into him and resting her head on his shoulder.

Fred slowly began to drift off as he had his eyes closed, running one of his hands through her hair gently.

After the fiasco with the Leberknödelsuppe and the Pretzel chase down, the two decided that the next day they would start over, but would end the night with multiple desserts. They tried the famous Black Forest gâteau which seemed to be too chocolaty for the both of them, but Eleanor was sure her father would probably enjoy it. While Fred seemed to enjoy the fancy biscuits, Eleanor developed a deep love for Rote Grütze as she ate the majority of it by herself.

The two were crashing from the intense sugar high, allowing themselves to be swept into dreamland where Fred could be surrounded by pretzels and Eleanor could indulge in Rote Grütze.

Before he completely fell asleep, Fred brought Eleanor closer to him and kissed her forehead.

"I love you." he said softly as he held her tight.

"I love Rote Grütze." she replied before a grin developed on her face.

"Ellie!"

"I'm only joking, I love you too...and Rote Grütze."

"Ellie-"

"Rote Grütze!Rote Grütze!Rote Grütze!"

"Oh yeah? Well, two can play that game! Neuschwanstein!Neuschwanstein!Neuschwanstein!"

Eleanor laughed. "People must think we've gone mental in here."

"You went mental a long time ago, remember?"