JON BERNTHAL In THE PUNISHER (2017-2019)

JON BERNTHAL in THE PUNISHER (2017-2019)

you poor thing (derogatory) (sexual)

nick would love to buy a birkin for his lady, but he can't because he's not on the list of people who can buy one

he says 'i'm already on enough lists as it is, i don't need to be on another'

                A    small    smirk    spreads    across    his    lips    as    he    ushers    her    to    his    car    (    only    64    were    ever    made    !!    ).    And,    of    course    like    the    gentleman    he    is,    he    opens    the    door    for    her.    A    hand    is    placed    at    the    small    of    her    back.

                "    Calm    down,    Carmen    Berzatto.    "

                Nick    gets    in,    starts    the    car,    and    takes    off.

                "    Yeah,    that    all    sounds    lovely.    You    can    make    me    whatever    you    want.    Make    a    huge    mess,    I    don't    give    a    fuck.    "    Whatever    she    wants,    to    keep    her    happy,    because    lord    knows    they    probably    both    need    that.    Besides,    he    enjoyed    making    people    happy,    in    a    selfish    way.    They    get    what    they    want,    he    feels    good    about    it.    It's    a    win,    win    situation.

His request makes her pout. "That's not fair, hm. I couldn't drown that poor thing." Although she's killed a number of other fowl a number of other ways in the kitchen. Drowning them in brandy seems to be especially cruel though, even for her.

Her pout disappears when he reemerges, of course, Didi only growing more excited as she thought of what she could possibly make him. She's hoping whatever was at the market would help inspire her. That's how it would be when she has a restaurant after all— using what she had to make something unexpected and delicious.

"Hm, I bullied one of my peers at school into telling me where he shopped— he apprenticed at this lovely Moroccan bistro and always had the best ingredients." And when she wanted something, she always got it.

"It's in Fort Lauderdale. Very quaint, hm. And they have wine, so we'll have everything we need— I'm thinking Mediterranean." Her voice sounds so dreamy as she talks. "Branzino. Garlic confit. Maybe grilled octopus, hm. Potatoes in white wine, with za'atar and butter. Mon Dieu, I love butter."

*stabs u, lovingly*