Le tablier

Immediately after arriving at Colin's place, Ed smelled something tasty coming from the kitchen. A very pleasant smell was filling the whole house and promising an enjoyable dinner. He hurried over to the kitchen straight away where Colin was standing showing his back to him, wearing the apron Ed bought him for his birthday. When Colin realised that he wasn't alone anymore, he turned around, with a big smile on his face.

"What are you cooking?"

"You know, I have found this amazing recipe in that old French cook book you had lying on a bookshelf in your bedroom. How could you not tried some of them throughout all these years? I've been literally drooling over them for the past three hours!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

Ed glanced over at the kitchen table and there he saw a bottle of champagne, accompanied with two glasses, and a plate full of cheese and olives.

"So what I'm making now is called coq au vin. You've come just in time; it's ready now." Colin added, put the chicken on two plates and put them on the table. "Would you like to sit down? Don't start eating just yet, close your eyes and I'll be right back!"

Ed obeyed him without a question and waited patiently for Colin to return. It didn't took long for him to return and say "Ouvre les yeux, c'est fait!" He lay two small bowls filled with mousse au chocolat and looked Ed into his eyes.

"It's perfect!" he said.

"No, you should say 'C'est parfait.'" answered Colin in impeccable French and sat down. "Bon appétit!"

With the dinner nearing its end, Ed was getting impatient to see what was following. Colin wouldn't invite him to come over just to eat dinner, would he? He wanted something more and couldn't wait to take off Colin's apron and explore what was under it.

"It's called le tablier, Ed." Colin said as if he was reading Ed's mind.