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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...

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Pinkie took a swig of the cider, humming in approval at the taste! "This is SO yummy! The flavors really go together well! It's like they're dancing on my tongue!"

She tasted something similar to this waaaayyyy back when Brofessor Strider was here, and Gamzee. Those were crazy times.

Her delight was his delight, of course, and her smile made him smile.

"It shall be only the first of many tastes to please you this evening. Though I always cook with full fire and heat, the chance to have a dinner with you inspires me."

Pinkie took another sip, a bigger one this time. It was so good! She could only hope there was more.

"Do you ever cook with not full fire?" Her beverage was placed back in its original place while looking to Champloo. Pinkie wasn't surprised his fires were at full blast.

"Some food must be caressed with heat for hours before its true tastes unlock, not struck full force with the power and potential of flames burning bright!" Champloo said as he gave his soup a quick stir. "But even if the heat of the stove runs low, the fires of passion still blaze!"

Speaking of, best eat the soup before it gets cold, Pinkie.

There was a goofy smile on her face at the 'fires of passion' part. It sounded like them! Pinkie picked up her spoon and took a bit of soup. Once consumed, she could feel it warm her up as she ate, liking how the flavors of each ingredient stood out yet blended well together.

"Mmmm...it's really yummy! Do you think you could teach me the recipe? Maybe it would taste good as a pot pie!"

~~You don't know anything about the fires of passion yet, Pinkie~~

"That would be an excellent idea! I'll share my recipe, to be refined by you. Such is partnership worthy of a kitchen!"

Come right down to it, Champloo could ask for little more than Pinkie had to offer. Smiling delightedly, he turned his attention to the soup as well, offering it the reverie and communion it required, for it was an ingredient in this perfect dinner.

~~But she likes these fires! They're warm and nice!~~

"Woohoo! Awesome!" Pinkie waved around her arms while holding her spoon. "I can't WAIT to make it! It'll be the best!" Mostly because they would have hand a hand in creating it together!

Pinkie understood perfectly, as always, and once again Champloo could do nothing but smile in exquisite happiness.

"Are you prepared for the second course, then? For I am far from done treating you to this feast!"

"OH! One sec!" And with that, she inhaled her soup with gusto, licking her lips happily. "Alright, I'm ready!"

With that, he whisked the bowls away like a whirlwind, setting them aside for later cleaning.

The next plate? A salad, mixed with five different kinds of lettuce and spinach, garnished with onions, carrots, celery, cucumber, tomato, a light sprinkle of cheese, a dusting of black pepper, and a vinaigrette dressing. He set this down for her, as proud and confident of it as of anything he had prepared for her.

The salad looked great enough to take a picture of! Actually, she has a camera in her small pouch and she snaps a picture.

"This is going up on the BBS! It looks really great, Chammy!" And then she hops up from her seat to sit on his lap, and held the camera away with her arm in order to hopefully catch the both of them in one shot. "Say POPSICLES!"

Pinkie Pie, after all this time, could still surprise him and catch him completely off-guard. Nevertheless, he had nothing to hide -- he was proud of his salad as a dish worthy to be served to this delightful woman who he so cared for, and by that standard, it was the best salad in the world! Therefore, he smiled for the camera, and even looped an arm around her for the picture.

"Popsicles!"