Savoury (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Savoury (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: PB&J
Warnings: Probably not recommended if you have a peanut allergy.
Notes: I'm hungry.
“You hungry?”
“Uh-HUH!”
Charles grinned. It was clearly time for another display of his impossibly awesome ninja parenting skills. He walked over to the kitchenette in his suite, Elias pattering after him. Now, with fatherly magic, he would take a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread and create from nothingness … a snack!
“Peanut butter OK?” he asked needlessly, though he was already unscrewing the jar.
“Uh-huh!” attested Elias, watching wide-eyed as the delicious brown paste smoothed effortlessly onto a slice of soft Wonder Bread.
“And, uh, what are our feelings on jelly today?” inquired Charles, holding up the jar of Welch's for Elias' inspection as one might a bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild to a connoisseur.
“Uh-huh! Delly!” agreed the toddler.
“All rightie,” grinned Charles. This parenting stuff, seriously. Why didn't everybody have kids?
The top slice was now nestled properly upon the bottom slice. Charles always made sure everything was properly lined up. “Crusts?” he inquired.
“NO CWUST!”
“You sure?” smiled Charles, once again quite certain of the answer. “It's the best part!” he warned, waving the butter knife.
“No cwust!” repeated Elias. His cousins had introduced him to the concept of the crustless sandwich, and it was now pretty much a sacrament. Charles cut away the offensive material with swift strokes of the bread knife, and then neatly partitioned the remaining sandwich into four neat quadrants.
“The' ya g',” he slurred, handing Elias a neat, toddler-sized bit while mouthing one himself (in payment for his efforts). Elias immediately started to utilize the bread as a sort of paintbrush to apply peanut butter and jelly to his person, and, as a sort of afterthought, actually introduce some morsels of nutrition into his oral cavity.
“Are you guys EATING AGAIN?” demanded Nathan Explosion, who for reasons that were not readily apparent, had just walked into Charles and Ganesh's suite, in the company of the aforesaid Hindu god.
“Just a snack,” smiled Charles, who was still feeling pretty smug from his recent parental triumph.
“YOU CUT THE CRUSTS OFF!” bellowed Nathan, staring at the remaining sandwich bits.
“Yeah, we don't like crusts,” agreed Charles.
“You never cut OUR crusts off,” said Nathan suspiciously.
“I don't make you PB&J,” averred Charles, defiantly crossing his arms.
“I'm sorry, a what?” inquired Ganesh, who was peeling back the top layer of bread on one of the neat sandwich bits to more closely inspect the contents.
“PEE BEE AND JAY!” said Nathan, who was quite good at shouting at misunderstanding foreign people.
“Peanut butter and jelly,” Charles supplied. “It's the new favorite.”
“WHAT?” asked Ganesh, staring horrified at the sandwich.
“Whatsamatter?” asked Charles. “It's vegetarian, right?”
“But, Sariel! You have mixed a SWEET with a SAVOURY!”
“A whu'?” inquired Nathan, who had helped himself to one of the remaining slices of sandwich. “Hey, this is pre'y good,” he told Charles. “You got any CHIPS?”
“A sweet and a savory. Is there something bad about that?” Charles asked Ganesh.
“You're turning the child into an American!” sighed Ganesh, waving a sandwich bit. “No one from the former British Empire would be caught dead ingesting such a culinary violation!”
“The king can SUCK MY DICK,” vowed Nathan, to a glare from Ganesh.
“Uh, I don't think there is a king, actually,” Charles told him.
“Oh. Whatever. You gonna eat that?” Nathan asked Ganesh regarding the last remaining bit of sandwich. Ganesh narrowed his eyes and bit defiantly into the sandwich. As he and Nathan locked eyes, he chewed and then swallowed.
“Hrm. You know, this is actually not bad,” declared Ganesh.
“MAKE ONE FOR US, CHARLES!” Nathan rumbled. “Your PB and J is METAL!”
“You guys already ate most of the last one,” Charles muttered. He looked down to where a small sticky hand was tugging on his trouser leg.
“Mo' sammich, Daddy!” declared the peanut-butter-smeared child.
“All right. All right. One more,” agreed Charles, grabbing the polka dotted loaf of Wonder bread, now suddenly intent on displaying his awesome skill not only as a parent, but as band manager and husband. After all this time, could it really all be that easy? he wondered.
“And NO CRUSTS!” declared Nathan.
Perhaps so....
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: PB&J
Warnings: Probably not recommended if you have a peanut allergy.
Notes: I'm hungry.
“You hungry?”
“Uh-HUH!”
Charles grinned. It was clearly time for another display of his impossibly awesome ninja parenting skills. He walked over to the kitchenette in his suite, Elias pattering after him. Now, with fatherly magic, he would take a jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread and create from nothingness … a snack!
“Peanut butter OK?” he asked needlessly, though he was already unscrewing the jar.
“Uh-huh!” attested Elias, watching wide-eyed as the delicious brown paste smoothed effortlessly onto a slice of soft Wonder Bread.
“And, uh, what are our feelings on jelly today?” inquired Charles, holding up the jar of Welch's for Elias' inspection as one might a bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild to a connoisseur.
“Uh-huh! Delly!” agreed the toddler.
“All rightie,” grinned Charles. This parenting stuff, seriously. Why didn't everybody have kids?
The top slice was now nestled properly upon the bottom slice. Charles always made sure everything was properly lined up. “Crusts?” he inquired.
“NO CWUST!”
“You sure?” smiled Charles, once again quite certain of the answer. “It's the best part!” he warned, waving the butter knife.
“No cwust!” repeated Elias. His cousins had introduced him to the concept of the crustless sandwich, and it was now pretty much a sacrament. Charles cut away the offensive material with swift strokes of the bread knife, and then neatly partitioned the remaining sandwich into four neat quadrants.
“The' ya g',” he slurred, handing Elias a neat, toddler-sized bit while mouthing one himself (in payment for his efforts). Elias immediately started to utilize the bread as a sort of paintbrush to apply peanut butter and jelly to his person, and, as a sort of afterthought, actually introduce some morsels of nutrition into his oral cavity.
“Are you guys EATING AGAIN?” demanded Nathan Explosion, who for reasons that were not readily apparent, had just walked into Charles and Ganesh's suite, in the company of the aforesaid Hindu god.
“Just a snack,” smiled Charles, who was still feeling pretty smug from his recent parental triumph.
“YOU CUT THE CRUSTS OFF!” bellowed Nathan, staring at the remaining sandwich bits.
“Yeah, we don't like crusts,” agreed Charles.
“You never cut OUR crusts off,” said Nathan suspiciously.
“I don't make you PB&J,” averred Charles, defiantly crossing his arms.
“I'm sorry, a what?” inquired Ganesh, who was peeling back the top layer of bread on one of the neat sandwich bits to more closely inspect the contents.
“PEE BEE AND JAY!” said Nathan, who was quite good at shouting at misunderstanding foreign people.
“Peanut butter and jelly,” Charles supplied. “It's the new favorite.”
“WHAT?” asked Ganesh, staring horrified at the sandwich.
“Whatsamatter?” asked Charles. “It's vegetarian, right?”
“But, Sariel! You have mixed a SWEET with a SAVOURY!”
“A whu'?” inquired Nathan, who had helped himself to one of the remaining slices of sandwich. “Hey, this is pre'y good,” he told Charles. “You got any CHIPS?”
“A sweet and a savory. Is there something bad about that?” Charles asked Ganesh.
“You're turning the child into an American!” sighed Ganesh, waving a sandwich bit. “No one from the former British Empire would be caught dead ingesting such a culinary violation!”
“The king can SUCK MY DICK,” vowed Nathan, to a glare from Ganesh.
“Uh, I don't think there is a king, actually,” Charles told him.
“Oh. Whatever. You gonna eat that?” Nathan asked Ganesh regarding the last remaining bit of sandwich. Ganesh narrowed his eyes and bit defiantly into the sandwich. As he and Nathan locked eyes, he chewed and then swallowed.
“Hrm. You know, this is actually not bad,” declared Ganesh.
“MAKE ONE FOR US, CHARLES!” Nathan rumbled. “Your PB and J is METAL!”
“You guys already ate most of the last one,” Charles muttered. He looked down to where a small sticky hand was tugging on his trouser leg.
“Mo' sammich, Daddy!” declared the peanut-butter-smeared child.
“All right. All right. One more,” agreed Charles, grabbing the polka dotted loaf of Wonder bread, now suddenly intent on displaying his awesome skill not only as a parent, but as band manager and husband. After all this time, could it really all be that easy? he wondered.
“And NO CRUSTS!” declared Nathan.
Perhaps so....
