A/N I have recently read the book Speak and have become obsessed. So I decided to have myself a little parody for me and Laurie Halse Anderson (You go, girl!). I thought it was only appropriate to give Anakin and Ahsoka a dinner theatre of their very own.
Here goes nothing.
We were eating dinner. It was Anakin's turn to cook. I regret giving him that power. Very deeply.
Me: What's this? *tries to smile*
Anakin: You look like my old tooka doll, it was demented.
Me: *Blinks* You had a tooka doll?
Anakin: I probably shouldn't have mentioned that.
Me: I can't wait to tell Rexter and Kix and…
Anakin: You do and I'll tell the whole world who's time of month it is.
Me:*Pokes at food* I think I'm gonna go on a diet.
Anakin: There is no way you're starving yourself, you eat much too less as it is.
Me:*whines* It's not my fault I'm never hungry, you're the horrible cook.
Anakin: Hmm. *Shoves food in mouth*
Me: *Grins* Do you want me to cook tomorrow?
Anakin: Yeah. How about for the rest of the year?
Me: Sounds better than your cooking.
Anakin: Hey!
Me: The truth hurts, pal. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and meet Barriss at the mess.
How 'bout that, eh?
Delta: *raises eyebrow* Canadianisms? Seriously?
Irma: EH?
Elyon: Oh no… *sighs*
Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka: *Walks in*
Sailor Scouts: *Walks in* Huh?
Irma: *Gets idea* Who nominates Sailor Mercury for the review notice?
Everyone except Irma: ME!
Irma: What they said.
Sailor Mercury/ Amy: Well, please review, constructive criticism is welcome, but flames are goin' down in the trash.
Me: Well BYE!