I Now Know What I Want For Christmas

I now know what I want for Christmas

same.

This was on my WIP pile and I have no idea what I was going to do with it or why I was writing it (though I’m fairly sure it involved a discussion with @galvanizedfriend). This is really only funny for Brazilians and this is unfinished, but here’s a random drabble contemplating the biggest linguistic debate of the Brazilian Portuguese language:

PS: Klaus is absolutely correct in this particular case. People from Rio don’t know what they’re talking about :P

XXX

“Ohh, look what I got!” Caroline said excitedly, waving her hands to show the brightly colored packages on her hands — the ones Klaus promptly grimaced at. “Biscoitos!”

He scoffed. “If you are going to eat these atrocious things, at least learn what they’re called, love.”

She frowned, looking down at the sandwich cookies she carried. And then she shook her head. “But this is what they’re called. Look!” She turned it around so that he could read what was written. “Biscoito recheado.”

Klaus rolled his eyes, a trait he had most definitely picked from her. “And since when companies know what they’re talking about? These, my love, are called bolachas. Biscoitos are either salty or baked.”

“Uh, maybe that was how things were the last time you’ve been to Brazil, in the Stone Age. But I’ve been here for two years and I know how things are called, okay? My Portuguese is amazing.”

The corner of his lips twisted into a small smile. “I don’t doubt that. You simply have one incorrect word in your vocabulary. Certainly it’s not too bad for you to admit this?”

He knew that it was and that she never, ever admitted defeat — mostly because she never had to. Since she was always right and she always won.

Caroline only glared at him, and then turned to a human man who just happened to be pushing his cart past them by the beverage aisle.

“Com licença, senhor,” (Excuse me, sir) she said, her accent still very present, even if she had been working on it for a while now. “Eu e meu namorado não somos daqui e estávamos em dúvida sobre qual é o nome disso aqui. Você pode nos ajudar?” (My boyfriend and I are not from here and we were asking ourselves what this is called. Can you help us?)

The man smiled kindly at them. “A gente chama de biscoito aqui.” (We call it biscoito here.)

“I told you we should go to São Paulo. There people know that this is called bolacha,” Klaus insisted, not bothering to switch to Portuguese for the human’s sake.

The man gathered enough from what he was saying (either because he understood English or because he got São Paulo and bolacha, Caroline wasn’t sure) and shook his head. “Os paulistas vão tentar falar que é bolacha, mas não é não, tá? Pode ler ai no pacote, tá escrito biscoito!” (People from São Paulo will try to say it’s called bolacha, but it isn’t, ok? You can read it on the package, it’s written biscoito!)

Klaus looked like he could eat the man.

I love flowers’ meanings!

LOVER tracklist as flowers — based on plant symbolism

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