This spam is Chrono's fault not mine

[soul_sister]

Date & Time: Backdated to September 8th, dinner
Location: Apartment 304
Characters: Rosette, Chrono, Flynn, Yuri and Marty Fluffy
Summary: Getting some apartment antics in to balance kidnappings and war
Warnings: FLUFF AND FOOD BETRAYAL

It is by a mystery of good luck, and lines of coincidence, that apartment 304 had avoided the disaster of Flynn's cooking. The destroyed kitchen made takeout a long necessity until allowance from the Initiative and Rosette's extremely modestly paying job could actually manage a functional workstation. After that, convenience and snark had kept Chrono in the kitchen.

Today, oh today, however, Flynn had gotten in there before Chrono had returned from his day of errands and training. The most delicious smell Rosette had ever known in recent memory wafts from their patchwork, barely functional kitchen. Their ingredients were sparse, food being a limited resource, and most of what meat they found and purchased went to Fluffy.

Somehow though... somehow.... Could it be? Rosette gets up and wanders towards the kitchen.

"Taste test! Me first!"

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[srslynotguy]

[ Flynn's been cooking! But he isn't quite done yet. He takes a break from stirring the sauce he's been making for the Salisbury Steak and turns to Rosette with winsome smile. ]

Please wait at the dinner table. I'm almost done, Miss Rosette.

[soul_sister]

[She wavers, the force of that aura shaking her resolve. But the deeper needs of her stomach eggs her on. Rosette puts on her best plaintive air, clasping her hands.]

Not even a spoonful?

[srslynotguy]

I'm afraid not. But I should be done soon. I promise. Please give me a moment or two and I'll have the food prepared for everyone.

[ He pauses, as if remembering something, and then smiles again. ]

Actually, can you call everyone else too?

[soul_sister]

Haaa, maybe it will make the time go faster.

[She trudges out, reluctantly.] If they don't come in though, I get their share!

[soul_sister]

[And it was with all of the grace, decorum and gentleness that one expects from a proper lady that Rosette yells,]

DINNER! GET IN HERE OR LOSE IT!

[overclocking]

[The master of excellent timing in every way, it's right about here that Chrono is halfway through the apartment door, groceries still in hand. There are several things wrong with this scenario, of course, but first and foremost: where did dinner come from?

He simply stands in the doorway for a moment, seized by a terrible premonition. Surely Rosette didn't...?]

Why are you yelling?

[soul_sister]

[No... it smells far too good to be anything Rosette had a hand, or a spoon in.]

I didn't feel like going to find everyone.

[theguideless]

[another face comes peering in through the doorway. Chrono's got himself a tagalong by way of large, curly-maned lion!

funny...if Martin were still Darkov, following a demon'd be the last thing on his mind. but Chrono is kind. so is Rosette, and his ears perk, hearing her voice.

Maybe it's alright to be here for a little while...?]

[soul_sister]

[Rosette brightens immediately at Chrono's guest.]

Fluffy! Just in time too. Flynn just finished making dinner.

[srslynotguy]

[ And true to what he just said, Flynn is done before long. He begins serving food at the dining table. Each person gets one of these: Salisbury Steak & Vichyssoise soup. ]

I hope it's to your liking. It's not much...

[overclocking]

[Chrono steps aside obligingly, so Martin can enter the apartment proper.]

... Flynn did? [A glance down at the lion, then at the spread Flynn is laying out on the dining table.] I guess we have good timing—that looks amazing!

[And it smells amazing, too. Surely Yuri had been exaggerating when he warned Chrono off...? Nothing this appetizing could be as bad as Rosette's cooking!]

[theguideless]

[Martin would totally give everyone as proper a greeting as he can muster, but...

but his nose is so full of delicious smells he can't focus on anything else. he's got himself a hard time trying to eat in a city, so this is practically a godsend.

nose in the air, he pads toward the kitchen, somehow snapping out of his hungry daze to stop short, looking up at Flynn and Rosette. is it really okay...?]

[srslynotguy]

Please enjoy.

[ He says and gives Fluffy an extra warm smile. ]

[soul_sister]

[She kneels down, taking a moment to vigorously rub at his cheek and chin. Then,]

Go ahead.

[Looking back up to Flynn.] I can't believe you managed something like this. You should teach Chrono.

[overclocking]

[He takes a seat at the table, as is good manners, but hesitates long enough to deposit a plate on the floor for Martin. He's distracted from his good cheer by cruel implications, though.]

Hey. Was that an insult? You've been eating my cooking for ages without complaining!

[theguideless]

[Martin might be giving the humanoids in this room a poor first impression on Flynn's cooking because...well. for one thing, taste buds are different. and another, he hasn't eaten well since he got here!

so after one polite sniff, he doesn't hold back, practically slurping up what's on that plate in two quick passes. it's definitely a step up from soggy cookies and chunks of bread!]

[srslynotguy]

[ And this is Flynn waiting earnestly for everyone's reactions.

Good luck. ]

[soul_sister]

Well it IS good cooking too!

[She'll need that luck. After Fluffy starts tucking into his, she jumps up and grabs her plate, flopping into a chair. She mutters a condensed, extremely hurried and not entirely accurate blessing over the meal, ending with a loud:]

GRACE! AMEN!

[Before hurriedly diving into her meal. The thing about human sensation is that a large portion of initial taste is actually shared by the same nerves in interpretation as smell.

Which allows the first few bites to go down with zeal and relish before she. She seems to freeze, her eyes widening with alarm.]

[overclocking]

[Chrono has always been the more reserved of the duo (and a very hungry lion, evidently), which is why he's only one spoonful into the soup when the warning signs come together to spell betrayal.

He lowers the spoon very carefully, staring askance at the beautiful arrangement before him. It looks so good, smells so good, how...!

His vision swims for a moment, and he wonders, distantly, if this is what shock feels like. He's not sure the taste has actually hit him yet.]

[srslynotguy]

[ Flynn wonders what their reactions mean. Was it not satisfactory? He scrunches up his eyebrows a bit... ]

[theguideless]

[amid the silent, wide-eyed, stomach-swirling shock of the bipeds, Martin gurgles a sound – trying to breathe and keep licking the plate clean the way a hungry dog would.

he licks his chops loudly, lifting his head and looking up with wide eyes. is there more?]

[srslynotguy]

[ Flynn catches Fluffy's eyes and instantly smiles. He knows that look. He supposes his food was good enough... ]

I made some extras, just in case. Please wait a moment.

[ And so, Flynn momentarily disappears into the kitchen to fetch Fluffy some more... ]

[soul_sister]

[In the mean time, Rosette totters unsteadily in her chair, arms going around her midsection as the world spins in a faint green color.]

What....... ...

How does it taste like yogurt? We don't have yogurt!

[overclocking]

[Chrono is better at composure while in dire pain, which is why he rounds on the lion with hushed urgency, once he's sure Flynn is out of earshot. He ignores Rosette's plaintiveness entirely, though it is a good question in its own right.]

Don't do it, it's not worth it!

[theguideless]

[huh?

Martin blinks, and his ears quirk, hearing someone's stomach make an anguished sound.]