This was inspired by being forced to write an essay on how to write I mean make pancakes. (Our teacher kept saying "How to write a pancake" for some reason) Anyway please enjoy. Khr belongs to Akira Amano.
Giotto looked down at the pancakes in front of him. He looked back up to G. Finally he asked the question he had been dying to ask, "G., how do you write pancakes?" This question caught him off guard, nevertheless he answered, "P-a-n-c-a-k-e-s, why?" Giotto replied, "Well someone commissioned me to write an essay on how to write pancakes," G. thought about this then inquired, "Are you sure they didn't mean how to make pancakes?" Giotto smiled, "Yeah that's probably what they meant, but I really wanted to ask," For a moment all one could hear was Giotto's fork scrapping the plate as he ate the pancakes, the scratching of his pencil as he wrote, and the sound of water as G. continued to wash the dishes. Giotto eventually decided to break the silence with a, "So how do you make pancakes?" startled by the, again, unexpected question G. fumbled with a plate almost dropping it before answering, "Giotto, if my great-great-great grandchildren can't cook what makes you so sure I can?" Giotto simply replied, "Because you aren't them." G. had an apologetic look, "Sorry Giotto I don't know," Giotto just smiled, "That's ok G. I'll go ask the others," he stated. "I'll go with you," G. offered. "Graize, G."
As they walked through the base they eventually found Alaude. "Hey Alaude!" Giotto called out to him. He turned around and gave his usual unfriendly scowl. "How do you make pancakes?" Giotto asked. Alaude glared at him, "I don't need to tell you," with that he walked away briskly. "Well that worked well," G. sarcastically stated. Giotto nodded, "Yeah."
When they found Knuckle he was praying and doing his other daily activities. Not wanting to disturb him G. and Giotto decided to try asking him later if necessary.
Unfortunately Asari was out at the time, so he couldn't help. Not until he got back at least.
They found Lampo next. Despite assuming that Lampo had no knowledge of cooking, or any type of work for that matter, they asked him as well. "Pancakes? Who cares how to make them? Ask someone else Primo," Lampo responded.
"Daemon?" G. repeated to make sure he heard his boss right. "Yep, let's ask him," Giotto said. 'Is Giotto that desperate to do this commission?' G. questioned himself. "Nufufu, what is it Primo?" a voice questioned from behind. "Daemon!" G. yelled. "It's alright G.," Giotto gave him a reassuring smile. He turned to his mist guardian, "Daemon, how do you make pancakes?" Daemon laughed his signature laugh, "Did you really think I'd tell such soft people how to make pancakes? If so you're mistaken. Nufufu," he said disappearing into mist.
"Well, now what Giotto?" G. asked. "Let's see if Knuckle is done," he replied. 'Well at least Giotto isn't like Decimo or he would've probably given up a long time ago,' G. thought. They arrived at Knuckle's room to find Knuckle was indeed done. "Primo, G., what do you need?" Knuckle asked. "Knuckle, how do you make pancakes?" Giotto asked for the 5th time. "Primo I'll teach you to the extreme!" he replied, "It's extremely simple once you know how to!" Giotto smiled, "Graize Knuckle,"
Now that G. and Giotto journey is done, Giotto got the essay finished on time and the commissioner was very pleased with the results. If only he knew the trouble the young boss had gone through researching it. Oh well at least now he and G. know how to make pancakes…maybe...
