Tear and Jade were having an argument about breakfast, as it was Jade's turn to cook that day, and Tear thought he was doing it wrong.
"The batter needs more cinnamon. You never add enough cinnamon, and you always add too much nutmeg."
"I just follow the recipe." Jade replied, mixing the batter.
"Well, the recipe is wrong, then."
"Oh? And who are you too say what is too much, and what is not enough?"
"Well, first off, I have a sense of taste, unlike you."
"I have a very good sense of taste, I'll have you know. Give me any meat, and I'll tell you what kind it is. I was once given a hamburger, only to ask for another made out of something better than cheagle meat." Mieu, who had been listening, squeaked, and hid in the item bag.
"You are disgusting. And put more cinnamon in the batter!"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No, I don't want caviare, give me the appetizer..." Luke mumbled in his sleep. There was a short pause.
"Just add in more cinnamon, and then we'll ask everyone today if they like it better then the way you normally cook it, okay?" Tear said.
"Well, I can see that that's the only way to get you to leave an old man in peace, so I guess I'll add in a bit more cinnamon."
Later that day
"Wow! Jade did you get another recipe? These are fantastic!" Luke said.
"All I did was add in more cinnamon. It was all my idea..." Jade said, smiling at Tear.
(Author's note:
By the way, I said that in my sleep a couple months ago... Or so I was told... I also laugh in my sleep.)
(Update: Fixed all known typos.)
