Disclaimer: Ishinomori's, not mine

Notes: Seventh in my one hundred Cyborg 009 fics challenge. I really am taking my sweet time with this, aren't I? My current fling with the Super Sentai fandom isn't helping, either. But, um, yeah. This takes place early in the series, not other warnings than that.

--

Obviously, they weren't going to become friends right away. They were nine people from nine different parts of the globe, with different backgrounds and very different ways of thinking-- and what the Black Ghost had done to them hadn't exactly helped to improve their social skills. And as 004 was so kind to point out, sometimes personalities just didn't mesh. With a group as large and varied as theirs, there was a very real possibility that the group of escapees would never become a team.

But they had to, if they were to survive.

So Chef Chang Changku handled the problem the only way he knew how: every night he prepared a dinner so delicious, so tempting that even a bunch of anti-social cyborgs would sit down for to eat. He wasn't sure if it'd work in the long run, but as long as his kitchen was stocked he would keep trying.

And as he watched Francoise and Geronimo chuckled politely at Britain's jokes, while Albert and Pyunma teased Jet, and Joe soak it all in with a smile on his face that said everything, he had a feeling it was going to work.