[001] - First day of work
[note: this post and subsequent posts will all contain movie spoilers, so please read at your own discretion.]
Remy eventually makes breakfast -- vegetable egg omelettes -- and feels quite proud of managing to find his way around Linguini's little kitchen (only a corner of the room, really). The little rat even opened the refrigerator door twice -- just in case the bar might open again.
It doesn't.
Oh, well. There's the first day of his job to contend with.
"Is that for me?"
Remy nods.
Linguini takes his fork and begins to bite into it. "It's good. What'd you put in it?"
He waves a small green leaf in his paw.
"Where'd you get that?"
It's a mint-leaf, something he discovered during his perusal of the little apartment. Right outside, and across the street is a herb garden. Fresh herbs and spices all (more or less) readily available! Perfect for anything. He gestures towards the apartment. Might as well be truthful.
"Look, it's delicious, but don't steal." He looks at him pointedly, then adds, "I'll buy some spices, okay?"
Remy concedes with this, and shrugs. "All right. I won't steal." The human shows no signs of understanding him. Well, that proves rats and humans in his world can't understand each other.
"Oh no, we're gonna be late and on the first day!" Linguini exclaims, his head raised to the hanging wall-clock, just as Remy grabs the smaller-sized fork, ready to eat what he managed to create. "Come on, Little Chef!"
And he's yanked by the scruff of his neck before he can begin to protest. "But wait--" Remy squeaks. "I'm --"
...
Remy sits in Linguini's palm as the lanky would-be chef searches himself for some...spot to hide and settle himself in during the day.
"Well, uh..."
Oh, no. He's not going in there. Not in a million years. He may be a rat, but even rats have to have their dignity. Linguini sighs, letting his waistband snap close as he shakes his head.
"I know it's...stupid and weird but neither of us can do this alone, so we have to do this together, right?"
Remy nods.
"You with me?"
Another nod, but even he can't come up with any good ideas. Still settled on his palm, Linguini clenches his free hand into a fist.
"So...Let's do this thing!"
Remy eventually makes breakfast -- vegetable egg omelettes -- and feels quite proud of managing to find his way around Linguini's little kitchen (only a corner of the room, really). The little rat even opened the refrigerator door twice -- just in case the bar might open again.
It doesn't.
Oh, well. There's the first day of his job to contend with.
"Is that for me?"
Remy nods.
Linguini takes his fork and begins to bite into it. "It's good. What'd you put in it?"
He waves a small green leaf in his paw.
"Where'd you get that?"
It's a mint-leaf, something he discovered during his perusal of the little apartment. Right outside, and across the street is a herb garden. Fresh herbs and spices all (more or less) readily available! Perfect for anything. He gestures towards the apartment. Might as well be truthful.
"Look, it's delicious, but don't steal." He looks at him pointedly, then adds, "I'll buy some spices, okay?"
Remy concedes with this, and shrugs. "All right. I won't steal." The human shows no signs of understanding him. Well, that proves rats and humans in his world can't understand each other.
"Oh no, we're gonna be late and on the first day!" Linguini exclaims, his head raised to the hanging wall-clock, just as Remy grabs the smaller-sized fork, ready to eat what he managed to create. "Come on, Little Chef!"
And he's yanked by the scruff of his neck before he can begin to protest. "But wait--" Remy squeaks. "I'm --"
...
Remy sits in Linguini's palm as the lanky would-be chef searches himself for some...spot to hide and settle himself in during the day.
"Well, uh..."
Oh, no. He's not going in there. Not in a million years. He may be a rat, but even rats have to have their dignity. Linguini sighs, letting his waistband snap close as he shakes his head.
"I know it's...stupid and weird but neither of us can do this alone, so we have to do this together, right?"
Remy nods.
"You with me?"
Another nod, but even he can't come up with any good ideas. Still settled on his palm, Linguini clenches his free hand into a fist.
"So...Let's do this thing!"