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concoursec2013-11-24 01:58 pm
kitchenfistfirechaosstyle) wrote in concoursec2013-11-24 01:58 pm
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Characters: Champloo and Open (with a thread closed to Pinkie Pie)
Location: The Cafeteria (and the Home Ec classroom)
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed/Finshed: Open
Summary: Unsurprisingly, Champloo remembered very keenly the offworld holiday that required cooking an obscenely large feast.
A year or two ago -- Champloo couldn't quite remember which, since as a demon years seemed much shorter than they did to a human -- someone had introduced the concept of a Thanksgiving feast to Garden. The introduction hadn't been perfect, of course. Champloo had no idea of the precise schedule the holiday was supposed to follow, but that didn't matter, did it? The important thing was that friends and family gathered around a well-laden table to stuff themselves silly and be grateful for all the good things they had in life.
To the Home Ec Instructor, such a holiday was the very flavor of perfection.
Thus on this day, beginning with lunch and carrying on late into the evening, those Garden residents who sought out their meal in the cafeteria would find not the standard lines awaiting the perpetually short-supplied hot dogs and sundry other meals, but tables piled high with all the treats of Thansgiving. Roast turkey and stuffing, cornbread and green bean casserole, salad and cranberry sauce, gravy and pies of all flavors and sizes. Champloo himself zipped about, passing out plates and silverware and cups, pouring wine and juice, and explaining the purpose behind the feast in food-metaphor-laden terms.
For a couple of hours in the evening, though, the demon chef went absent. He left behind plenty of food for the residents to carry on in their revelry, but he wanted a more private dinner with a certain someone...
Location: The Cafeteria (and the Home Ec classroom)
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed/Finshed: Open
Summary: Unsurprisingly, Champloo remembered very keenly the offworld holiday that required cooking an obscenely large feast.
A year or two ago -- Champloo couldn't quite remember which, since as a demon years seemed much shorter than they did to a human -- someone had introduced the concept of a Thanksgiving feast to Garden. The introduction hadn't been perfect, of course. Champloo had no idea of the precise schedule the holiday was supposed to follow, but that didn't matter, did it? The important thing was that friends and family gathered around a well-laden table to stuff themselves silly and be grateful for all the good things they had in life.
To the Home Ec Instructor, such a holiday was the very flavor of perfection.
Thus on this day, beginning with lunch and carrying on late into the evening, those Garden residents who sought out their meal in the cafeteria would find not the standard lines awaiting the perpetually short-supplied hot dogs and sundry other meals, but tables piled high with all the treats of Thansgiving. Roast turkey and stuffing, cornbread and green bean casserole, salad and cranberry sauce, gravy and pies of all flavors and sizes. Champloo himself zipped about, passing out plates and silverware and cups, pouring wine and juice, and explaining the purpose behind the feast in food-metaphor-laden terms.
For a couple of hours in the evening, though, the demon chef went absent. He left behind plenty of food for the residents to carry on in their revelry, but he wanted a more private dinner with a certain someone...
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A few mouthfuls later, something occured to him: "Does that mean someone else around here cooks as well -" and as much - "as you do?"
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Not that he's tried Champloo's pies yet. Having cleared some space on a plate, he eyes up the pumpkin pie at the main table.
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