A Taste of Canadian Culture
Autor: Smellen Of Troy
Rated: G
Word Count: 403
Summary: Remus is exposed to Canadian cuisine
"…and you're sure it's edible?" Remus asked eyeing the goop in front of him apprehensively.
His cousin laughed. "It's good I promise," she said.
Remus snorted.
"Here look, I'll even try it first, alright?" she added, "If I die, I won't make you eat it."
"Fair enough," Remus sighed almost hoping that would be the case.
She dug her fork into the dish and brought up a stringy mouthful of yuck, winding it up on her fork before shoving it in her mouth. An exaggerated "mmmmmm" followed.
Remus contemplated this "food" in front of him. The stringiness is probably cheese, he thought. The brown…he didn't want to know.
"Your turn!" his cousin said, cheerfully handling him a folk.
"Remind me again why we're doing this," he asked helplessly.
"You came to my beautiful country to get a taste of Canada's wonderful culture!" The girl exclaimed gesturing to the slime.
Remus rolled his eyes. He was beginning to feel ill. "Funny, I thought I was here because the International Lycanthropy Research Facility is here," he said in a lowered voice, "That and so mom could visit her sister."
Daughter of said sister shrugged. Remus glanced at the guck again. Well, he thought, it could be worse. He remembered the time, in first year, when James and Sirius had organized a worm eating contest. Remus hadn't participated, as much as they had nagged him. Sirius' comment, when the whole wiggly lot came back up all over the floor, a few hours later was: "It seemed like a good idea at the time". Remus had given him that look, the same one he was giving his cousin now. He didn't trust her as far as he could throw her. On second thought, scratch that. The wolf had strengths he couldn't begin to understand so he probably could throw her pretty far. He pictured her sailing through the air and wondered what the muggles would think.
His cousin poked him. Remus shook himself and turned back to the slime.
"Well?" she demanded.
Remus dug his fork in and brought it up, twirling cheese around it. Grimacing, he closed his eyes and stuffed it in his mouth before he had a chance to change his mind. It was actually pretty good. He could now identify the other ingredients: French fries and gravy. He took another bite. His cousin laughed.
"Not bad, eh," she said, "We call it poutine."