Asparagus... Pie?
"I want pie." Dimentio complained.
"Pie? Dude, you're becoming more randomer then me!" Mr. L smirked.
Dimentio and Mr. L were sitting in the kitchen of Castle Bleck.
"Randomer is not a word." Dimentio corrected his friend.
"Whatever." Mr. L waved a dismissive hand. "What kind of pie does thou wish, Your Highness?"
"Asparagus pie." Dimentio formed a small magic ball and began playing with it.
"Asparagus pie?" Mr. L made a disgusted face. "Dude, no one likes asparagus. C'mon, it's a veggie."
"You are like a stubborn 3-year-old when it comes to eating." Dimentio threw the purple glowing ball at Mr. L. He ducked just in time, and the ball hit the wall. It bounced off, and Dimentio caught it with one hand.
"Show-off..." Mr. L growled under his breath.
Later at supper, the minions had something different to eat. It looked like pie, but it didn't smell like anything they'd had before. Since no one would try it, Dimentio courageously took a bite of the pie. One he did, his eyes lit up.
"Oh my Grambi, is this what I think it is?" He glanced at Nastasia, who had made it.
"Uh, if you mean Asparagus Pie, then, yeah..." Nastasia raised an eyebrow, not sure if he was about to bad-mouth it or say he liked it.
"You are AWESOME!" Dimentio mumbled as he wolfed down the pie.
"Uhh... thanks?" Nastasia watched in awe as he ate. Dimentio never ate this fast, nor did he compliment her. "Um, want another piece?" she asked once he had finished. He nodded, and took another slice from the tray on the table. And another. And another.
As the days passed, Dimentio became obsessed with Nastasia's asparagus pie. Whenever someone would even mention "asparagus" Dimentio would cry "Where?!" and run to the kitchen. Then one day, Dimentio and Mr. L walked into the kitchen to find O' Chunks eating some of the stuff.
"GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE!" Dimentio yelled as he tried to get some of the pie.
"Whoa, slow down Dimentio!" Mr. L held the squirming jester back. "You need to chill!"
"I'll chill if he'll just give me a bite of it." Dimentio reasoned. "Everyone's been keeping it away from me like I was deathly allergic to it. I just want a bite!" Dimentio did the puppy dog face, which he was surprisingly good at, to O' Chunks. After a few moments he gave in.
"Oh, al' right, lad. You win." Mr. L let go of Dimentio, and he ran to the table. He took the fork from O' Chunks, and ate what was on it.
"Mmmm... Okay, I'm happy." And with that, Dimentio waltzed out of the room.
Mr. L turned to O' Chunks, and said; "That was really weird."
O' Chunks just shrugged and went back to eating his pie.