"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]

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!"

[laughafterme]

Pinkie has eaten weirder, more than likely.

"Lets use the chocolate sprinkles! I bet they would melt all OOEY GOOEY with the fruit!" She could just taste it now. Feel free to ignore that line of saliva dribbling down her cheek. "Chocolatey, fruity, yummy, GOODNESS!."

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

That would probably be better than cheescake, so he agreed with a nod. "Then let us prepare the larger fruit! The berries, of course, we can simply set atop without further ado."

[laughafterme]

She bounced in place, waving her arms high above her. Thank goodness that glass of milk is empty.

"OH OH! Pick me! PICK ME! I wanna put the fruit on top!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Oh, really? Champloo put a hand to his chin, adopting a quite-thoughtful air, as if he hadn't seen her. "Hmm. To put the fruit on top is a dangerous and worthy task! Only someone with the true heart of cooking should be chosen to do it. I wonder who I should select!"

[laughafterme]

"My heart is SUPER true! The truest of true hearts! None other are truer than mine! PICK ME! PICK ME!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Smiling -- after all, who could argue that logic? -- Champloo pointed at nothing with his finger, sweeping it across an arc, over Pinkie, and then suddenly back!

[laughafterme]

Her face lit up when the finger came her way, but she deflated when it moved again. The suspense was torture! She was beginning to bite her nails.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Pinkie!"

It was hard not to grin at her sincerity. "Would you do the honors?"

[laughafterme]

"YEAH!" Pinkie wasted no time giving out celebratory hugs to all present, which meant that Chammy got all of them! "What honors? I just wanna do the fruit in the pie!" She paused, looking confused. "Or was that cream? Or sprinkles?"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"You were volunteering to put the sprinkles and fruit atop the cream, once we had poured that into the shells," Champloo reminded her.

[laughafterme]

"OH! That's right!" Pinkie gave him her best salute. "I'm ready when you are~!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"But are the pastry shells ready?" After all, that is what they were waiting on!

[laughafterme]

"I dunno. Are they?!"

Who was making them again?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"I am starting to wonder if I am just distracting you," he said with a grin. That was all you, Pinkie. You do the pastry, he does the filling, remember?

[laughafterme]

Pinkie totally forgot since getting caught up in the sprinkles! She looked around and zipped to her work station, sleeves pulled up before FLOUR STARTED TO FLY EVERYWHERE!

Spoons were flipped!

Eggs cracked in half perfectly!

GET A LOOK AT THAT FINE MIXING POWER!

All to a light little tune!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

He hummed along, or faked it when he didn't know or couldn't guess what came next, as he stirred the cream occasionally. Though he had to admit he had a certain amount of interest in just how she cleaned up afterwards...