"Date" has more than one meaning...

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Character(s): Mr. Champloo and Pinkie Pie

Location: Hallways to Champloo's classroom

Rating: PG... unless the date goes much better than seems even possible...

Open/Closed/Finished: Closed

Summary: Pinkie Pie wants a date. Champloo agrees to give her one. Hilarity Ensues.



Outside the HEC classrooms -- the actual ones, not the massive kitchen in the basement -- a demon waits, leaned casually against the wall. Truth be told, he has absolutely no idea how this turn of events came out. But he'd agreed to meet Pinkie Pie for a date after class...

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[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Normally he can translate pretty well. But not always.

"Erh, you lost me. Wouldn't together and not untogether be the same?"

[laughafterme]

Her Pinkie-speak was failing her!

"LET'S JUST MAKE A DISH TOGETHER! Because if you started on your own, you'd make FIVE dishes by the time I blink! So you can't use your SPOOOOOOKY MAAAAAAGIC!"

Or whatever he called his Kitchen Fist Style strategy. She couldn't even say it properly sometimes.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Or his translator for Pinkie-speak was!

"All right! Then I propose we use your kitchen! That will help slow me down just a little."

[laughafterme]

Pinkie halted and did a dosy-doe, ho-down style, before facing them in the direction back to her kitchen.

"And if that doesn't work, I'll cast Slow on you, DOUBLE TIME!" Because that would be the logical thing to do.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Unless I am so fast I can dodge the spell," he teased (though that WAS perfectly possible, in the Netherworlds). "Very well! Let's get to the kitchen! Team-Up Date Battle, allez cuisine!"

[laughafterme]

"...oh. WELL! Let's hope I don't have to!" Pinkie laughed and opened the door to the kitchen, stepping in and holding the door open for the other. "That sound TOTALLY FUN! A battle of the foods! Whoever comes out clean is the LOSER!"

Pinkie did pause for a moment, raising an eyebrow.

"What are we making?"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"That would depend on what you have."

He considered the question (dramatically) for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "Fruit tarts?"

[laughafterme]

Pinkied watched him ponder (dramatically) before grinning at the idea!

"That's PERFECT! We have lotsa fruit, too!" She bounced over to the fridge (yes, bounced) and opened it before yanking out various fruits. Hope Champloo can catch them.

"We have...apples, strawberries, bananas, kiwis, lemons, limes, grapes, mangoes, peaches, pumpkins , blueberries, cherries, wild berries, apricots, coconuts, pineapples, raspberries, oranges, grapefruits..."

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Not only can he catch them, he can do it one-handed, tossing them from his left hand to his right, and from there to the counter.

"Hmm. While the pumpkin is technically a fruit, it is generally treated as a vegetable for cooking! We can certainly adapt if you wish, though, boom!"

[laughafterme]

"--pumpkin?" She stuck her head from the fridge, blinking blue eyes. "OOPSIE! How did that get there?! There's so much stuff in here that I lost track! But I bet in your fridge, you can REALLY get super duper lost!" She closed the refrigerator and walked over to the other cabinets.

"Now we need flour, sugar, baking powder, nutmeg..." Of course she was tossing these, too. "Oh, what do you wanna put into them? We're making them together, right?! And sharing is caring!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"You have selected an excellent array of ingredients; perhaps you will allow me to select their arrangement?" He, meanwhile, began rooting around for baking pans and bowls for mixing, tossing a few up onto the counter.

[laughafterme]

"GO FOR IT, CHAMMY!" She hopped onto the counter, randomly eating one of the fruit. He may want to keep an eye on her or she'll eat all the ingredients.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"First, I shall make the cream filling, while you work on the pastry crust!" Keeping her occupied ought to preserve the fruit ingredients, right?

"KiiiiiiIIIYAH!" He jumped towards the fridge, landing by it so the door fell open from the vibrations of his impact. Instantly his hand darted in, seizing three eggs between his fingers. He hurled them at the bowl on the counter; each one in turn smacked into the bowl's rim, cracked open, then deposited its contents in the bowl as it ricocheted over. The empty shells landed, obligingly, in the sink.

[laughafterme]

She could handle that!

"AYE AYE, Captain Chammy!" Pinkie grabbed a bowl, flour, eggs, and a wooden spoon. There was a lack of measuring cup, yes. She measured everything by instinct. "Batten down the hatches! Thar be a storm a brewin'!" She cracked an egg, getting the yolk into the bowl, and some on the counter.

"MAN OVERBOARD! MAN OVERBOARD!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Instinct was the way all good chefs measured! Champloo would consider it a sign of weakness to obey rigid numbers, rather than being guided by the ingredients' hearts.

"A cookie that has fallen from the sheet is no less worthy of being baked than one that has stayed in place!"

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[laughafterme]

Pinkie blinked at the words of wisdom before it clicked.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" And she promptly scooped up the fallen yolk with a spoon. It took a few tries, but she got most of it! She then added the dry ingredients and began stirring. It was a normal stir! Being careful not to get any more onto the counter.

After a while, the pie dough formed, and it was too tough to stir anymore. "Here comes the BEST PART!" Pinkie dutifully submerged her hands into the flour bag and pulled them out quickly, making a rather large arch of flour in the process. Spots of flour now covered the instructor before she rubbed her hands together evilly. Or as evilly as she can do!

"I'll get you, my pretty! And your little dog too!" As if pie dough had dogs.

Pinkie pounced on the dough, wrestling with it as if it were a wild animal!

"OH NO YOU DON'T!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Champloo has obligingly kept his cooking to a reasonable pace, setting out pans to heat the milk and vanilla as he blended the flour, cornstarch and eggs. Pinkie's roughhousing just made him grin; it wasn't as if he was pacifistic about kneading dough either!

[laughafterme]

With the dough defeated and in the pan, looking rather nice, Pinkie grinned and walked over to Champloo, looking around him in curiosity.

"What's cookin'?" Pinkie, as usual, laughed at her own bad jokes. For her, it was so odd to actually see Champloo cook. Usually he was only a blur at worst. Too fast for the naked eye at best.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"A simple cream for the filling. There is no need to be fancy! We will let the ingredients speak without words. Their taste shall bond with the hearts of those who eat!"

With that momentarily out of the way, he set to surveying the assembled fruits.

[laughafterme]

Pinkie stared at the cream in awe before ever so slowly reaching a finger out to get a little taste. Just...a little...taste.

She was completely convinced of being sneaky.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Of course he had made more than enough to account for sampling. Though he sometimes questioned how Pinkie managed to finish any of her baking!

"Do you have a use for the milk?" he asked, as he cracked a coconut like an egg so the milk poured out into a handy cup.

[laughafterme]

"Hmmm...OH!" Pinkie went over to a cabinet and pulled out a tall glass, waving it wildly. "You can put it in here!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

SO he obligingly transferred the milk from cup to glass, then began shredding the meat out of the coconut -- directly, using his claws. "We shall use this for a base atop the creme, then set the fruit on top of that!"

[laughafterme]

Of course she started drinking the milk. It was yummy and cold! And now Pinkie had a milk mustache.

"If that's the base, and the fruit is on top, then what's in the middle? Pie? OH! OH! We could put SPRINKLES in the middle! Or cheesecake!" There was a loud gasp before she bounced in place. "I think I have some cheesecake sprinkles!"

Off she went in search for them!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Creme, then coconut, then cheesecake sprinkles, then fruit?"

He considered this, rolling his tongue around in his mouth as if actually tasting it, then shrugged. "These flavors can either clash like oil and water, or blend like sugar and spice! But since sugar and spice are already working together to cook this, then we should have no problems, boom!"