Miss Martian had gone on a cooking spree and any unsuspecting member of the League who walked past the kitchen was drawn in. Hal didn't know what happened to them and was not alerted to this quiet threat. And sadly he walked past when she finished a new... dish.
"Please try it. I just want to see if it tastes right. Please?" Hal stared at the bubbling green, rancid smelling pudding sitting in a bowl innocently on the table. Miss Martian sat close by, giving him a pout that he couldn't ignore. "Please?"
Hal sighed. "I don't know, chocolate pudding isn't suppose to be green and bubble on it's own." He picked up his spoon poking it cautiously. Hal looked up when he heard a sniffle. He panicked.
"Don't cry. I can't stand to see a woman cry. Your uncle would kill me if he heard I made you cry."
"It's just... I try so hard to be nice and cook because that's what women are suppose to do. And I just can't do it right! I'm a failure." She thumped her head onto the table, bawling her eyes out. Hal face palmed.
"I'll eat it! Just don't cry anymore."
Miss Martian shot up quickly, her face the embodiment of happiness."Really?"
Hal sighed, "Really." He picked up the spoon and took a tentative bite. His eyes closed and his face turned red. "It tastes like shrimp, bacon and chocolate."
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"I try to be nice and-" Hal gripped the edge of the tub roughly, while letting out a shaky breath. "Ow, this is were it gets me." He rolled to his side, clutching his stomach in agony. "Laying on the bathroom floor, with stomach pains that could kill Superman. Darn martians with their freaky cooking habits." He groaned and heaved himself up towards the toilet. "At least I'll come out skinner than when I came in."