Dinner for Two

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Character(s): Pinkie and Champloo
Location: Champloo's kitchen in the subbasement
Rating: PG at worst.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Champloo has invited Pinkie Pie to dinner.



Perhaps the most interesting change to the massive basement kitchen was the temperature. Champloo had actually let the giant cauldron cool -- it wasn't going to waste, since he actually intended to prepare enough gazpacho to feed the entire school later -- and so no longer was kitchen hellishly hot. Beyond that, little else was different save for the desks being pushed aside and replaced with a table set with nice but certainly not fancy flatware, and the dishes midway through preparation in the particularly large over and several countertip stove burners Champloo reserved for his personal use.

Comments

[laughafterme]

No! Spiciness BAD!

Pinkie stopped in front of him and snatched the juice from his hands. She chugged it down quickly and...was that steam coming from her mouth? Who knows. Pinkie panted heavily, hands on her knees as she relaxed after all that running.

"Thank....you...Chammy..."

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Now I may perhaps have cause to dread the name you give my food," Champloo said lightly, touching a hand to her shoulder. "But the next course will take the edge off. Sit and I shall serve it!"

[laughafterme]

Pinkie looked to Chammy warily.

"It...isn't spicy, right?" Because she could do without a repeat of that soup!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"Just the opposite! The next course is the salad course!"

He had already done most of the work on this beforehand, so now from the fridge he produced a large bowl and several smaller ones. With quick motions he emptied the vegetables from the smaller bowls into the lettuce, then with a pair of forks tossed the salad so high it almost reached the ceiling!

[laughafterme]

"WWWWOOOOOWWWW..." Pinkie watched in awe at how high the salad could get! "It's like it has WINGS!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"I apologize for not having this prepared, but I realized I did not know your taste! Which dressing do you favor, Pinkie?"

With one final toss, he deftly swapped out the large bowl for two glass salad bowls, into which the descending roughage plummeted. It was indeed an impressive salad, combining many vegetables into one lovely serving.

[laughafterme]

"What flavors do you have?!" Pinkie was sneaking a finger or two to snatch up one of the veggies in the salad.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Prepared for this, Champloo tosses a cucumber slice up in an easy arc for her to catch -- in her hands or her mouth, he didn't insist on one or the other. "Many, many kinds, of course! But if I may make a recommendation, perhaps the honey mustard?"

[laughafterme]

Alright!! Pinkie easily placed herself beneath the cucumber and caught it with her mouth! "HOLE IN ONE!" They should just eat salad like this!

"I don't think I tried that before! Let's give it a go!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Champloo dropped the two bowls onto the table, then from seemingly nowhere produced a bowl of thick, creamy dressing. "Season lightly and to taste! Would you care for pepper?"

[laughafterme]

"No, I would not!" Hopefully that was polite enough. Who knows. Pinkie took the bowl and drizzled some of the dressing onto her salad in a nice little pattern resembling a smiley face.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Easy enough to tell when Pinkie was being polite, provided one was willing to accept her standards rather than apply societal ones. He smiled as he returned to his seat to join her in eating.

Champloo had not used any tricks or secret techniques on this salad. Its taste came purely from combining fresh, high-quality produce in flavorful proportions!

[laughafterme]

Pinkie reached over with the dressing bowl but paused before she did anything. "Do you want some?"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"I would like a little, yes, please." He held out a hand for it, smiling.

[laughafterme]

With that said, Pinkie gave him a smiley face, too, but without the circle. What a work of art!

"Is that enough?" She asked with a grin.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"A perfect amount," he said with a smile. "Though now I almost hate to eat it!"

Almost, which didn't stop him from doing so with evident happiness.

[laughafterme]

"If you don't I WILL!" She had enough room for both salads. Oh, he was eating it. Darn! Pinkie dug into her own salad with fervor, loving the mixture of greens. "What's the main course?! IS IT A SURPRISE?!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"The true secret to a delicious meal is surprise!" Champloo said, pointing his fork at her for a moment. "It is not difficult to cook a meal that is tasty. What marks a truly wonderful dish is surprise at just HOW tasty it has proven to be!"

[laughafterme]

Pinkie chewed while raising an eyebrow. She had the courtesy to swallow before talking.

"What if it's only good to the person who made it?!"

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Champloo frowned at the very thought. "Then it is not good! A chef must have a discriminating palate. The ability to identify and appreciate tastes is vital!"

[laughafterme]

"What if your...palate is..THAT?! I mean, if YOU think it's good for everyone else to eat, but not everyone likes it, isn't it still good?!" She could safely say that her own tastes differ from others.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"If you told a joke that made you smile, but hurt or upset others, would you think it was a good joke?"

If her tastes differed so much, she wouldn't be a girl who wanted to make others smile.

[laughafterme]

"Well, it depends on the joke and person! Not everyone likes jokes, no matter how silly they are!"

Pinkie wanted everyone to smile! But not everyone has a good sense of humor.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

"That is true, and some tastes are not for everyone. But to make food that pleases only yourself and makes all others recoil is terribly nasty!"

Cooking was a process that did not end when the meal was cooked. Cooked food should bring delight to the eater!

[laughafterme]

Pinkie munched on some salad while Champloo chattered on. She swallowed before speaking again. "Well, yeah, I always do that! Or try to! Right?!" Oh, no she wasn't sure!