A/N - Hey guys, little oneshot I wrote a while back. Hope you enjoy it. :)
PS: Alfredo is actually a pasta dish. It's really nice. But then again, I really do love pasta... ;P
Read, enjoy and review as always!
Alfredo
"Sweetie, dinner!"
Moohicky's voice rang through the little house, reaching the ears of a teenage boy in the process of crafting a new pickaxe. Axle raised his head at the call, and licked his lips. His girlfriend, Moohickyalah, was a fantastic cook, and he was not gonna miss a meal of hers just so he could go mining. He placed the sticks and iron back down on the crafting table and walked into the kitchen.
Moohicky was standing at the bench with her back to Axle, preparing two plates. Axle sat down at the table and breathed in the scent of cooking. "Mm, smells good... What is it?"
"Alfredo."
Axle frowned. "Uhh... Bless you?"
Moohicky chuckled. "No, the food is called Alfredo."
"What do Al or Fred have to do with dinner?"
Turning around, Moohicky placed a steaming plate on the table in front of Axle, before sitting down with her own meal. She rolled her eyes as her boyfriend gazed at the food. "Nothing, I made it all myself from a recipe Rodent gave me."
Axle cocked his head to one side. "Okay. So... What actually is Alfredo?"
Moohickyalah laughed again. "It's a pasta dish with some herbs and eggs and stuff thrown in, basically." She handed Axle a fork. "Eat up ya silly."
Axle made a noise of interest at the word 'pasta', and once he had a hold of the fork he speared a respectable amount of creamy pasta and put it in his mouth.
Moohicky watched him chew. She hoped he'd like it; after all, Axle loved pasta.
Mid-chew, Axle suddenly froze. His eyes widened and he dropped the fork onto the table with a 'thunk'. Moohicky frowned. "Axle? You okay?"
He glanced down at the plate and jerked a hand in its direction. "This... This is... This thing is... I..." He stuttered, unable to get the words out.
Moohicky looked sheepish. "Is it okay?" she asked tentatively, thinking she had misread the recipe and made a pile of crap for tea. "The pasta, do you like it...?"
Axle stared at her. For several seconds he held her gaze, creepily unblinking.
Then, suddenly, he began shovelling the pasta into his mouth with his fork as quickly as he could. "Hewll yesh!" Axle responded between mouthfuls. "Thish shtuffs weally dewishiss!"
Moohicky grinned in relief even as he spat little bits if pasta into the table. "So, you like Alfredo then?" She gave him a significant look.
He paused the ravenous eating and swallowed. "Moohicky. You are possibly the best cook in the world. Now I imagine this meal is pretty gourmet normally, so when you cook it... It's like heaven in my mouth!" His eyes were wide and sparkling as he looked back at the pasta. "It's so good!" And with that he lost the ability to communicate as his stomach took over his mind, and he carried on gorging on the Alfredo pasta, much to the amusement of the chef.