Arthur, Eames and Ariadne are fantastic in this but I'm besides myself with glee over Yusuf and Saito.
“I always assumed that he had a wardrobe that doubled up as a refrigerator,” he says. Admittedly to Saito this probably isn’t so far fetched; far-fetched luxury is his everyday. The last time he came to Paris (looking after his investment he called it, with fondness behind his dazzling smile) they had been flown by helicopter to a restaurant just to have dark chocolate ganache cake with real gold leaf pressed into it. The one he has now is less elaborate but still stains his teeth brown with cocoa powder. It always does, and Saito never seems to care. It’s one of Ariadne’s secret favourite things about him, small and incongruous.
I love this paragraph. It makes me crave more Saito fic.
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Date: 2010-11-15 11:04 pm (UTC)Arthur, Eames and Ariadne are fantastic in this but I'm besides myself with glee over Yusuf and Saito.
“I always assumed that he had a wardrobe that doubled up as a refrigerator,” he says. Admittedly to Saito this probably isn’t so far fetched; far-fetched luxury is his everyday. The last time he came to Paris (looking after his investment he called it, with fondness behind his dazzling smile) they had been flown by helicopter to a restaurant just to have dark chocolate ganache cake with real gold leaf pressed into it. The one he has now is less elaborate but still stains his teeth brown with cocoa powder. It always does, and Saito never seems to care. It’s one of Ariadne’s secret favourite things about him, small and incongruous.
I love this paragraph. It makes me crave more Saito fic.