Title: "Cooking Lessons"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: Eliot's going to have to teach Hardison there are some things you simply don't disrespect.
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Author's Note: 244. That's the number of stories that were sitting on my hard drive collecting dust because I lack the energy and time to take care of them as I once did. My betaing pattern has always been to write, then type up if written on paper, the story, read it aloud to my beloved Jack and our children, editing as I go, and then finally format and post. Sadly, this part is simply taking too much of my time and energy, and my beloved Jack and I have too little time together in person these days to be able to keep up with my stories. So what to do? Give up writing? I actually considered it for a while, tried to make excuses to myself other than the large number of stories collecting cyber dust on my computer, as to why I lacked the energy and Muse to write new tales. And then, with the turn of the new year, I decided to stop running and face the problem. The problem is, quite frankly, that once one gets so bogged down in formatting and editing that writing is no longer a pleasure but the actual posting of those writings becomes a hassle and - egad! - work, it's time to cut something out, and that will never be the writing process. So, in short, yes, there will be mistakes in this tale. Yes, it's missing about half of the header information I usually include. But I wrote it for pleasure and am posting it in hopes of sharing that pleasure with others. Do with it as you will.
There was a million ways a man could prepare fish. He could fry, boil, bake, use spices or teriyaki, or simply grill it, to name a few, but what Hardison'd done was unthinkable. Eliot glared at his boyfriend. "That's it," he snapped, grabbing the fish out of the oven. "When this is all over, you're having cooking lessons."
Alec pouted. "I still don't see how it's that big a deal. They're gonna be the ones eating it!"
He wasn't studying their marks. Eliot removed the severed finger and waved it in Alec's face. "You do not," he growled, "disrespect food. Ever!"
The End