Prompt One
The main character's sister introduces a fun-loving chef
Of all of Mabel's friends, this guy had to be one of the strangest. He was tall, lanky, with legs that seemed to go on for miles and fingers that danced expertly across the different spices he had brought over. Mabel had invited her new friend, an eccentric chef who had only introduced himself as Bill, over to hang out at the apartment the college-aged twins shared. The guy had brought over a large bag full of spices, assorted vegetables, and a package of frozen chicken. He had then taken over their small kitchen and was loudly singing in a language the twins didn't recognize as he cooked.
"So what did you say you were making again?" Dipper asked, watching him cook from the living room.
"It's just a chicken stew recipe I picked up from the head chef at the restaurant I work at. Nothing too special." Bill chirped, carelessly tossing in unmeasured amounts of various spices.
"So is it sweet or spicy or what?" Mabel asked, grinning widely.
"Who knows?" Bill laughed, "It's different every time I make it. That's how I made it mine. Good old Cipher stew!"
Dipper sighed and rolled his eyes, turning on the television and settling onto the couch. He wasn't fond of not knowing things. He was especially not fond of not knowing what he was eating or what it would taste like. Years of having being dared by other boys to eat some of the foulest things imaginable (and going through with the dares, of course) had made him sensitive to what he ate. He knew he wouldn't get a simple answer from this strange man, though, so he settled in and let him make an absolute mess out of their kitchen.
An hour of singing and snide humor later, Bill was ushering the twins into the kitchen to sit at the small table they had bought at a local shop. He ignored their protests as he served them each a bowl of the stew he had made.
"Shut up and try it! Tell me what you think!" Bill watched them hopefully, the gold eye that wasn't hidden under an eyepatch practically glowing.
Mabel dug in immediately. Once Dipper had seen that, no, she wasn't gagging or breathing fire from the spices, he carefully took a bite. Bill scoffed at how picky he seemed, but said nothing as Dipper mulled over the taste. It was sweet, savory, and wonderful. Dipper hummed in approval, and Bill let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He grinned as the twins went through the whole pot of the stew.
"Bill, that was great!" Mabel beamed, clapping for him.
"Yeah, it was. Mind sharing the recipe?" Dipper asked.
Bill grinned wide, cat-like, and gave a low bow like a magician.
"Sorry, but if you want more of the Cipher stew, you'll have to come by my place of employment when I'm working," the thin man slipped a business card into Dipper's hand, "I work again on Tuesday. Consider it a date!"
"A what? Wait!" Dipper grunted as Bill grabbed his bag and rushed out before any more questions could be asked.
"Dammit."
Hey guys! So I decided to improve my short-scene writing by using a prompt generator. I'll be doing short, like 1-2 pages, of prompted BillDip fics. I'll update when I can. If you guys want to give me prompts to fill I'd be glad to! Just keep it PG please, I'm not brave enough to write NSFW. Thanks!~Silver
