(Was making lunch before, and this jumped into my head. It doesn't really have a spot in the timeline, maybe six or so months after Nate and Cora's reign begins. Kind of fluffy. For Nate, anyway.)
"The first thing you need to know, my ladies and gentlemen, is that I'm not making a sandwich. I'm not really sure how you got that idea. It's a wrap. Like, a, flat piece of bread with shit in it." Nate said, standing in the manor kitchen; with Prosper seated on a stool in front of the central island, being Nate's audience.
The Malfoy nodded to say that he was aware of the meaning of 'Wrap.'
The yellow haired Dark Lord summoned a plate from a cupboard behind him, all the other ingredients already on the bench.
A salad from the previous nights feast, sliced cold beef, shredded cheese and house elf made mayonnaise. And the wraps, of course.
"I like to put the salad on first," Nate said, placing a wrap on his plate and layering sliced tomato across the surface.
"Not sure why, it really does make the cheese precarious." He stared down at the tomato for a moment.
"Yeah, you know what, I'm going to put the cheese on first." He resolutely took the tomato off and scattered the shredded cheese on the tortilla.
"What colour would you say Cora's hair is?" Nate asked randomly, arranging the cheese into a pyramid shape. He replaced the tomato and pressed down, squashing the cheese flat.
"Err," Prosper said, taken aback by the question, but recovering quickly.
"Red, my Lord," He said, not sure if that was the answer Nate was looking for.
"I'd say it's more ox blood." The Dark Lord said after a moment, before nodding in agreement with himself.
His yellow hair turning crimson and he fiddled with the salad. His eyes changed as well, prosper noticed as Nate glanced up at him, as if daring him to say something about the change.
He wisely did not.
"So then you put some cucumber on there, then some nondescript leaf looking things. Then some of this dried up strip stuff. What is this? Beetroot?"
Prosper looked at the reddish purple strips.
"I believe it's frozen," He deduced, and Nate stared at it incredulously.
"Frozen." He agreed.
"Must be something wrong with the cooling charm on the cold box. Anyway. What is it?"
"I believe you were right. Beetroot."
"So you put some shitty frozen beetroot on there, make sure that it's shredded beyond fucking recognition so you have to ask a minion what the fuck it is." Nate snapped.
Prosper covered his mouth, hiding the tiny grin there.
"Now for the best bit. Torn up bits of a dead animal. Preferably cow. Cold dead cow." Nate stared eerily at Prosper. When he got no reaction, he layered the meat on the wrap and upturned the jar of mayonnaise over the whole thing.
Then spelled most of it back into the jar.
He folded the edges of the wrap over and then stabbed a knife into the centre.
"Take this to Cora. Say some house elves made it or something."
Prosper blinked at the order, something he was not want to do.
"You made that for Cora?"
Nate narrowed his eyes at the question.
"Tell her it was elves." He pressed, walking out of the kitchen as his hair faded back to yellow.