Title: Through His Stomach
Rating: K+
Fandom: Disgaea
Characters: Flonne, Etna
Genre: Humor
Summary: Alas, Etna tries a different method to get her revenge.
Disclaimer: Disgaea is not my possession. I am merely borrowing the characters without permission in order to make them do my bidding.
"Flonne-chan!"
The fallen angel turned around and smiled. "Etna-san!" she greeted cheerfully. It wasn't long before she noticed the bag in Etna's arms. Seeing vegetables and other ingredients for cooking inside, Flonne tilted her head. Groceries? Well, that was odd. She has certainly not seen Etna carry a bag of groceries around before.
Etna returned Flonne's smile, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Say, Flonne-chan," she said sweetly, "have you been working on your cooking lately?"
It wasn't that much of a sore subject, but it still made Flonne a little self-conscious. Her cooking, while not exactly poisonous, was something she wasn't proud of. A nervous chuckle came out of Flonne's lips. "N-not really, Etna-san."
Etna's smile grew wider. "Well, now's a good time to practice then!" Her voice seemed to be sweeter than the last time she spoke. "See here, Flonne-chan, I had Hanako take the day off, so you can say we have the kitchen to ourselves now."
"But the prinnies—"
Etna waved her hand dismissively. "We can throw 'em out of there whenever we want."
Flonne frowned. There must be a reason for Etna's insistence. With caution, she dared ask, "Etna-san, for whom are we cooking?"
A vein unmistakably popped, and Etna's grin became lopsided, as if she was trying to resist the urge to burn something. "Why, for His Highness, of course!"
Silence.
"…Is Etna-san mad at Laharl-san again?"