"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...

Comments

[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...

[laughafterme]

That was the beauty of being a teacher. To get the students to clean it up!

Pinkie hummed along to Champloo's tune, wondering what it was. She finished, though! It looked pretty perfect!

"BON APPETITE!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Then it is my turn! KiiiiYAH!"

In a flurry of motion, Champloo heaved forth the saucepan to pour perfectly-matched puddles of cream into each of the shells Pinkie had created. "This will be a magnificent feast!"

[laughafterme]

Pinkie gave a standing ovation to the show!

"That was SUPERBLY SUPER! Now can I add the sprinkles?!" She held up the container that holds the sprinkles, ready to over do it do her part!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Champloo hurled a punch that traveled over the tarts, the force of its passing strong enough to blow the cream cool in the pastry shells. He pulled his arm back, then graciously gestured for Pinkie to proceed.

[laughafterme]

"WOOHOO!" Pinkie climbed onto the work area, opened the container of sprinkles, and dug her hand inside. Her closed fist was withdrawn and suddenly it rained sprinkles of all colors!

It rained for a while.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

She had, Champloo reflected, a completely different, almost antithetical approach to cooking than the Kitchen Fist Fire Chaos Style. Nowhere was the rigid discipline and devoted training of the Kitchen Fist; he doubted her lessons in cooking had ever required her to chop 10,000 potatoes into julienne fries or tenderize a steak while blindfolded in the midst of a kitchen-knife throwing contest.

Nevertheless, she understood the essence of cooking -- that it came from the heart!

As he waited, he began peeling and slicing kiwi fruit with brisk motions of a knife.

[laughafterme]

To Pinkie, cooking came from the refrigerator, and cupboards. That's where all the ingredients were! One day, someone should try cooking while mishaps of flying quills or apples rolling on the floor or Rarity trying to encrust the wooden spoon with diamonds going about!

"ALL DONE!" Pinkie jumped down and looked at her handiwork, capturing it in a picture frame made from her index fingers and thumbs. "Picture PERFECT!" Somehow, no sprinkles could be found on the crust. Odd.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Odd? Of course it was not odd! That was no less than he expected from his friend, rival, and fellow Home Economics teacher!

His hands moved swiftly over the fruit and tarts, darting here and there to place fruit carefully atop the sprinkles like a Go player placing stones. Of course, he had left plenty of fruit for her as well.

[laughafterme]

Pinkie sat on a kitchen stool, munching on some fruit while he played Go. Food Go.

"Chammy? Is this what people do on dates?" The question came out of nowhere, as most of her ideas did.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"On a date, it is less important what who do, and more important who you do it with. Whether you eat fish or pasta, so long as the food is good and the person you are with enjoyed it, that is the essence of a date."

Not that he had a lot of experience in the field, mind, but being a wise mentor archetype meant he had a lot of commonsense wisdom about these thing.

[laughafterme]

SO WISE! Pinkie was eating all this up, and the fruit.

"So dates are for just two people, right?" Because that was how it sounded.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Sometimes people go on group dates, in which two or more couples go out to have fun together... but it is generally assumed that the couples are only dating themselves, not the other couples as well. If your pineapple chicken is served with vegetable fried rice, then that is a delicious meal, but the rice does not have pineapple in it." Of course a food metaphor had to show up. "And if more than two people were all interested in each other that way, then they could go on a date together as well."

Down in the Netherworld, they don't judge!

[laughafterme]

Pinkie was quiet for a while, looking to Champloo with wide, blue eyes.

"...this is weird. I do all those things with friend back home in Equestira!" She folded her arms across her chest, looking miffed. "Why is 'dating' so...so..."

Talked about? Important--

"IMPORTANT?!" That was the word she was looking for.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Love complicates everything. Or at least the hope of it! Friendship, like ramen, is easy to find but satisfying and heartening if it is well-prepared! But love is like a salad tossed from lettuce grown on the highest peak of the largest mountain range in all the world! Many people strive all their lives to taste such a delicacy, and some never have the chance."

[laughafterme]

"...wwwooooowwwww..." She was in so much awe!

"CAN I CLIMB A MOUNTAIN FOR LETTUCE?!" She so wanted that lettuce! Already she was fantasizing about some yummy dressing on it. "Let's climb it TOGETHER! That way, we can both have some!"

Obviously, she lost the concept he was explaining, but knew she wanted to have some lettuce with Champloo.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

In one way they were, and likely always would be, farther apart than the appetizer and the dessert at a ten-course meal: analogies.

"That was a metaphor," he said patiently. "If there is really a secret lettuce of exquisite taste growing on a mountain somewhere, I don't know of it. But if I ever find out, then you can be the salt to my pepper when I seek it!"

[laughafterme]

"Gesundheit."

...what? Didn't he sneeze?

"Promise?" She was a bit disappointed about there not being a mountain of lettuce, but she could deal.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Champloo chuckled. "If I said the chicken noodles I made were spicy with a hint of garlic, you would not doubt me! Would you doubt me on this?"

[laughafterme]

"I would NEVER EVER doubt you!" Pinke had all the hope and faith in the world for Champloo!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Then when I say we will climb a mountain for lettuce (as soon as we find one), that is a promise!"