#this is from the book rewrite eristine love to read

[britishchick09]

~george macdonald's phantastes (1858)

[britishchick09]

rewrite eristine sharing some carrot spaghetti soup! ;)

“I, uh, I made some soup,” Erik said. “It’s supposed to be chicken with noodle, but I don’t have chicken or those special noodles, so it’s more like, um… carrot spaghetti soup.” Christine smiled as the bowl was set on the table. “To tell the truth, I don’t care for pieces of chicken in soup. When I was sick as a girl, I’d always hide them in my napkin! But I love carrots. And spaghetti is so unique!” Erik smiled back. “I hope you like it.” Christine looked down at the bowl. “I think I’d like it more if I could eat it.” Erik suddenly realized that Christine didn’t have a spoon and chuckled sheepishly. He grabbed the biggest one he had from the kitchen and dragged the piano seat over to the table, giving the spoon and a napkin to Christine once he sat down. Christine admired the floral pattern on the utensil’s handle before taking a spoonful of soup. “Mmm, this is delicious! Definitely worth the wait.” “It is, isn’t it? Is the spaghetti alright?” Christine nodded. “I can barely tell the difference between this and regular noodles.” “Good! I was worried that you wouldn’t like it because of how…” Erik glanced down at the table. “How unusual it is.” “I don’t dislike something because it’s different.” Christine said, giving Erik a small smile. ('the opera ghost', chapter 16)

inspired by another eristine soup scene, chapter 16 of 'sticky notes and serendipity' by @nerdywriter36 and @brendadaaedestler! it's a modern cherik fic, but it so reminds me of rewrite eristine! definitely give it a read! ;D

bonus comparison:

She swallowed another mouthful of soup before asking, “Would you like to put on a movie?” “We can if you want. Your selection.” Christine considered this for a moment as she chewed one of the carrots in the soup. Eventually, she suggested, “What about Sense and Sensibility? It’s been awhile since I’ve watched it, and I don’t think you’ve seen it, right?” “No, I haven’t. We can do that,” Erik said as he picked up her TV remote.

“Well, this might be a bit silly, but…” Erik lowered his head with a light blush. “I- I like romance novels. Not ones for men and women like Phantastes, but… just ones for women. You know, E- Emma, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, the terribly long Jane Eyre… Books like that.” “I do, too!” Christine said, making Erik feel less sheepish.