Champloo, Home Ec Teacher (
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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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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.
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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!
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"Are you prepared for the second course, then? For I am far from done treating you to this feast!"
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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.
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"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!"
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"Popsicles!"