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For the prompt: Eames/Arthur, Restaurant!AU Eames is a wonderful cook, yes, but he is horrible at spelling things correctly on his menus, let alone describing them. (His latest culinary masterpiece is called "taste's realy goood.") So he hires a proofreader, who turns out to be the infamously-uptight and critical Arthur. As they argue back and forth, Eames slowly starts to fall for him. In an attempt to get Arthur to stay, his spelling becomes more atrocious. But as it turns out, the way to Arthur's heart really is through his stomach. ♥ Title: Tell Me You Didn't Put the Veal Down Your Pants Pairing: Eames/Arthur Warning: This probably needs a beta. There are no actual veals going down into anyone's pants in this fic, unfortunately. TLDR; Eames is a chef and Arthur proofreads his menus. Because Eames is Eames (and can't spell), he skips the love letters and goes straight to romancing Arthur with delicious food. Somehow everything works out.
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