A/N: Soo...it's the seventh day of Pesach, or Passover( for those who don't know), and I've decided to have some fun with Marky and the rest of the Bohos. Here are some things you need to know:
A Seder is a traditional celebratory Passover dinner.
Matzah or Matzo is unleavened bread that looks like a giant cracker. Almost anyone who keeps Passover hates it by the end of eight days. :-p
Charoset
is probably the best part of Seder, a mix of apples, dates, apricots,
cinnamon, etc., you can almost never get tired of this!
Horseradish
is something that a little bit of will clear out your sinuses, but
too much will blow your head off. Just ask Hadassah...
The afikomen is a piece of Matzah that is hidden, kind of like a hide and seek game, usually played by those under 13.
The Haggadah is a little book that has a bunch of Passover songs, prayers, and stories in it.
Disclaimer: Larson(who was Jewish, fyi) is Almighty, bask in his glory.
ANGEL LIVES!!
The Prophet of Bohemia
"Mark's camera is gone, Collins, he's disappeared!" Roger whined. He had spent the past half hour scouring the apartment for the filmmaker, but with no result.
"Chill, man," Collins said. "He probably is just out filming people at the Life. He'll be back before you know it." Suddenly, a clatter started in the stairwell outside of the apartment. The lock clicked open, and in staggered Mark who was carrying five heavily laden grocery bags. Without even looking at his friends, he stumbled into the tiny kitchen and dumped the bags on the counter. Out of an overflowing one, he pulled out a pink box and started filming it.
"April 24th, two p.m., eastern standard time," he sang, "For the next week I have to eat this shit. Eww, matzah."
Collins picked up the box and inspected it closely and reproachfully. "Mate-zo?!" He questioned.
"No, it's pronounced Maat-za. You know, with an ah sound." Mark corrected. "More like an ughh sound." Roger interrupted, "You should hear him rant about the stuff!"
"You mean you eat this cardboard? And where did you get the money for all this?" It was Mimi, leave it to her to sneak into Roger's apartment unnoticed.
"First of all, Yes I eat this 'cardboard'. And secondly do you think my mom would let me skip Passover? It's kind of a, I don't know, A HUGE DEAL!!" Mark was ballistic.
"Easy, Marky, easy," soothed Roger. "Why don't you film us while we unpack?"
"Love to, can't," snapped Mark. "I have to turn this into dinner before sunset, 'cause I was actually going to cook for you guys tonight." Everyone gasped. Mark never cooked. Then, Angel came to the rescue, slipping in through the slightly open door.
"Mmmh, I'm just starving! What have we here? Horseradish, looks fine to me." Angel prepared to open the jar with a spoon in her hand.
"Are you INSANE?!" yelled Mark.
"No, but you seem to be. What was all that yelling about anyway? That's why I came up in the first place." She replied placidly.
"I was just... but... that wasn't..." Stammered Mark. "Why is everyone in my house anyway?" Trying in vain to change the subject.
"I already told you. You're yelling loud enough to wake the dead." She then dipped a spoon into the open jar and popped it into her mouth. Mark cringed as she swallowed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Angel screamed. "HOT, HOT ,OWWWW!" The drag queen was clutching her head and jumping up and down.
"Can't say I didn't warn you," Mark said calmly, as he turned around to chop some apples.
"Aw, my poor Angelcake," crooned Collins. "Will a kiss make it better?"
"Absolutely," breathed Angel, just as her boyfriend's mouth met hers.
"Ahem... what was that you were saying about dinner, Mark? Are you actually going to cook?" Mimi said smoothly, interrupting Angel and Collin's kiss.
"What's it look like I'm doing? I was just starting to dice the apples for the Charoset."
"Ho- what?!" It was Angel again back from her momentary make-out session.
"You guys are really butchering pronunciations this afternoon. Ha-row-set, it's a mixture of apples, dates, apricots, and all things good." Mark answered, now moving on to matzo ball soup.
"I hate to admit it, but this won't be ready in time unless those with at least a mediocre knowledge of the culinary world helps out. Any volunteers?" Mimi and Angel walked over, smiling. Then Angel shot Collins a reproachful look. He stepped forward, looking very guilty.
"You'd be surprised what you learn when you teach," he said as a smile crossed his face.
"Wonderful, now let's get down to business. Angel- you're chopping, I'll give you more instructions later. Mimi- uh... set the table. Roger—
"I didn't volunteer!!"
"Too bad, get another table. Collins you can help me make the matzo ball soup, but guys don't burn anything! All Benny needs is one excuse to kick our asses out of here."
With everyone diligently chopping, setting, carrying, and cooking it seemed too good to be true. Problem is it was.
"Oh Mark I'm so sorry! I just bled all over the dates! Oh I'm so sorry!" Angel wailed desperately.
"Are you kidding me Angel? You should be more concerned about yourself! Someone throw out the dates, and Collins, run down to your place and grab some cleaning stuff, that can't get infected!" Mark yelled amidst the chaos.
" You got it chief," Collins was trying to keep things light, but his voice betrayed him. "Meems, watch Angel like a hawk. She has to wash that cut out right now." And with that, the professor raced out of the apartment.
"C'mon girl, you heard Collins," she said as Angel was escorted out of the kitchen.
"Oh, Roger," called Mark in a sing-song voice. "Your presence is requested in the kitchen."
"Oy Vey," muttered Roger.
