Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

You will be surprised to hear I was not even asked! This recipe was laid out without a pinch of Kitchen Fist!

[laughafterme]

[GASP!!]

NO WAY!! [She puts both her hands to her cheeks, truly astonished.] WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahyahya! To hear you so shocked makes me feel I have truly accomplished great things in the art of cooking! But do not be upset, Pinkie. Even the most trustworthy pot should not be used for every dish.

[laughafterme]

[She really had to think over that statement, before nodding in agreement.] There's always next time!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Besides, this allows me time with you, and every minute of that I add to the timer makes my life that much more well done.

[And so saying, he puts his arm around her waist to draw her in close.]

[laughafterme]

[She blushes softly at the statement, wrapping her arms around his waist.]

I guess it WOULD be pretty hard to enjoy the fireworks if you, or even me, were busting our butts over a grill!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[He lets that statement stand for a moment, before leaning into her slightly.]

As one damned to speak for ingredients that can't talk back, I must speak the truth in my own heart, else I may find myself unable to convey the ingredients' feelings. So I must admit that in our latest surprise pot, I had greatly feared that a monster's chopsticks would pluck you from the stew.

[laughafterme]

[Oh, is this secret keeper time?]

...which monster?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Of all the choices in that cult of nasty blends, you want me to pick one corn of cracked pepper?

[laughafterme]

Well, what about the piece of almond not chopped right?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

I do not know which spices assaulted your taste buds and threatened your nostrils! I only know I feared your throat would taste the chalky powder of harm!

[laughafterme]

[She places a hand on her throat, as if to protect it.]

AH! I'M SORRY! My throat is alright! I promise! [Although, she doesn't know what is really going on. But somehow it's her fault??]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, I know your tongue is unseared by heat and your stomach unburdened by terrible gas!

[He brightens a moment at her energy, but sobers quickly again.]

Still, it is hard for me to send you into battle.

[laughafterme]

[Oh, that's what's going on?! Pinkie finally gets it before sitting on her folded legs and wrapping her arms around him with a smile.]

I'll always try my best to be safe, Chammy! But...it's our job to get a few scratches and scrapes.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, I would not expect you to stop any more than you would ask me to stop cooking for fear I will burn myself on a hot frying pan! But I thought honesty was a spice our relationship could not do without and still remain tasty.

[laughafterme]

[Pinkie laughs, then nods.] Definitely a spice worth having! But if you burn yourself for not being careful, I'll overcook your rump!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

You need not worry about me, Pinkie. I have studied the Kitchen Fist for centuries! There is no ingredient I cannot tame... [He gathers her into his lap quite gently. For all that he appears to be fairly rough-hewn, his precision and control are exquisite.] ...Particularly when I have such an eager diner at home awaiting my return with the meals.

[laughafterme]

[With being this close, Pinkie takes this opportunity to press their cheeks together.] YEAH! That's right! I'll even wait before I start eating!

[Which she sometimes doesn't. She snacks here and there on the side dishes...]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[...that would be really awkward if it were a metaphor, wouldn't it?]

[But speaking of metaphors, sometimes even the finest ground beef would have been better off whole. Some things are the most delicious when served plain!]

I love you, Pinkie. Hyahya, not that I have not been acting like it, but saying it is another thing...

[laughafterme]

[P-Probably???]

...you do?! [She shouldn't be surprised that he does, but hearing it...it's different! What she's really concerned about is what that could possibly encompass. She loves her mom, dad, and sisters, and her BFFs, but this is...different. Just like kissing is very different than a kiss on the cheek!

Why didn't she watch those romance movies with Rarity?!]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Would I have seasoned the dish had I not intended to?

[Yeah, he can only stay out of metaphor territory for so long. Two sentences was pretty good...]

[laughafterme]

...uh...no??

[She's not sure if the answer should be yes or no.]

NO WAIT! I change my answer! YES!! [A pause.] Right?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[How kind of her, after he admitted his feelings, to remind him of why he felt that way!]

To put it another way, Pinkie, what have I ever said or done that my heart was not fully behind?

[laughafterme]

Let me see... [Pinkie crosses her arms and thinks over the answer. She takes a few moments before a lightbulb goes off. Somewhere.]

I got it! The answer is...NOTHING!!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, not in two or three thousand years! And before that, I think I was young enough that it does not count!