Food for day! [Action/maybe a little BBS]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Cadets, staff, and faculty! It is time to celebrate! And of course, there is only one proper way for a humble Home Ec teacher to go about this:

Tonight, a feast on the lake shore!


[To call this a feast is to undersell it significantly. On the beach that evening is a massive spread of food laid out on every cafeteria table, normal table, classroom desk, or other horizontal surface that Champloo could get his hands on. Soups and samplers; steaks and fowl; stews and curries; baked fish, baked potatoes, baked Alaska; Spicy Netherdactyl Wings that actually distort the air above them from pure capsaicin concentration; vegetables, stir-fried, saladified, or simply steamed; cakes and cookies, ice cream, pudding and mousse...]

[It goes ON like this. Whatever you may think of Champloo's personality or teaching style, there's no denying that the man can cook.]

[In the center of this chaos, serving and answering questions and keeping order, such at is it, Champloo just can't stop grinning. Which has described him ever since Homecoming.]

[Dig in.]

Comments

[tricksterking]

[Champloo, good sir, you may have just become Wukong's favorite.

The little Monkey King's size is certainly deceptive -- he's grabbing and packing away far more than he should be able to and looking gleeful the entire time.

Of course, during a pause in his frenzied feeding, he tosses the cook a glance.]

Got anything with peaches in it?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Champloo points a clawed finger at various tables in turn.]

Peach cobbler, peach pie, peach dumplings, baked chicken with peaches, and fresh peaches with light sugaring.

GODDAMN LATEST I hate being sick.

[tricksterking]

[Oh hell yes. You are definitely his new favorite. Don't mind the huge grin.]

Remind me to raid your kitchen more often.

[nomnomnom peaches.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Perhaps you should audit my class! Though true study of the Kitchen Fist takes the lifetime of a demon, I can offer a few pointers to those who wish to understand the heart of cooking.

[laughafterme]

[There is a hand tugging on his pants leg from below.]

PSSSSSSSST! [Pinkie is hiding beneath the table.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Pinkie, what are you doing down there? If you've thrown a second feast under there, I will be crushed!

[laughafterme]

I thought I would enjoy the feast down here! Wanna join me?!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

I would certainly like to! But ingredients cannot cook themselves -- they require a chef!

[laughafterme]

[She makes a pouty face that NO ONE CAN RESIST??]

Not even for a little while?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[No one? No one can resist?]

[Champloo glances around, sees that everything is going well for the moment, then ducks under the table with her. Well, clearly HE can't resist it anyway.]

[eventohell]

[Riza had been spending the majority of her time inside her dorm or in the library, reading a book. Or walking around to just familiarizing herself with the layout of the academy. Or trying to find the Colonel. But today she chose to come out and enjoy the day while she still could, with classes starting soon and all.

She's walking up a marked trail when she crosses the feast. Riza's stomach growled, as it had been quite a few hours since she last ate something. Walking up to one of the tables, she flags a man in a red hat down. She recognized him as the Home Economics Instructor.]

Excuse me, sir. Do you have something that would be a little easy on the throat? Perhaps a soup or something?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Of course! Third table to the left.

[He points at a table straining with the weight of several large serving pots.]

There is also pudding and gelatin, noodles of all varieties, and a few other choices that will slip down your throat smoothly!

[eventohell]

[She smiles and nods.]

"Thank you."

[Walking over to that particular table that the chef had pointed to, she looked over the selection of soups that were offered. Choosing the simplest thing to go with, she picked up the ladle and carefully scooped some chicken noodle soup into a nearby bowl.

Several minutes later, he'll find that she has returned very satisfied with her choice.]

Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could have the recipe for this soup?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya, ahyahya! You wish to sample the menu without sitting down to the table? Perhaps I should insist you study under me for a quarter first!

[He's teasing, really, in such a good mood that he can't help himself.]

[eventohell]

[A bit of a letdown, but she would get over it. honestly, she couldn't tell if this man was serious about taking his classes or not. She was a grown woman, after all, and knew very well how to cook. She offers him a warm smile.]

I'll take it into consideration, sir. Thank you.

[werepanther]

[Oh sweet god, the food looks amazing.

Tom immediately digs in, though he's at least polite enough to stop by and see Champloo before he eats.] Thanks for the spread. I think you really outdid yourself this time!

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahya! This is nothing! I ought to feel guilty for celebrating with only this much!

[werepanther]

This? Nothing??

[Color Tom bemused.] Now I wonder what effort would actually look like.

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

I am not entirely certain this world can handle it. Therefore, I have refrained.

[Don't mistake cheerfulness for levity. He's entirely serious. He is a demon, after all.]

[werepanther]

[He actually looks slightly disappointed!] Guess that means I'll have to visit your world just to find out, huh? Don't know if I can hobnob with your crowd long enough for the food, but it'd be worth a shot.

[bunnypassingby]

[After Thanksgiving, Mikuru isn't entirely surprised by the amount and variety of food. So as she piles a plate with deliciousness, she has only one question:] What are we celebrating?

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Thank you for asking! We are celebrating the understanding Instructor Pinkie Pie and I have reached.

[bunnypassingby]

Oh, that's wonderful! Congratulations. [She still doesn't quite understand this understanding, but hey.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Thank you! I assure you it is well-worth the effort.


[That's hardly her fault, he hasn't exactly been specific.]

[bunnypassingby]

The effort of... this [a gesture at all the food], or reaching that understanding?

Or both?