027- Party
"Lighten up, Herz. It's a party!" Ryn glared. Not even the sight of her mate in Lederhosen could make her smile.
"I'm not dancing to polka."
"Just because it's traditional German music doesn't make it polka." He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Würste over the fire, homemade Sauerkraut, potato dumplings...silly Frenchwoman. You don't know how to have fun."
"Little one, I was dancing drunk on tables before your grandmother's grandparents had even been thought of."
"Liar." Ryn arched one eyebrow.
"I want a Dirndl."
"...Okay" She rose and took his hand.
"Germans. I'll teach you how to properly fête!"
For those of you who aren't Germaniacs:
These are Dirndlkleider. Think Oktoberfest--most people just don't know the name. I hope I don't need to get a picture of Lederhosen, too.