"Lunchtime!" Orihime called out from the kitchen, summoning the Espada like a dinner bell. Except it was lunch not dinner of course, so maybe it should be "like a lunch bell?" But Hueco Mundo's not school...and Orihime's voice doesn't go BRIIIIIINNNNNG! (or maybe it does)

The Espada, Aizen, Gin, and Tousen all shuffled into the room, wondering what Orihime's food was like. Sitting down at their seats, Orihime pranced out of the kitchen holding 14 huge plates of...something.

"One plate for Aizen-kun, one plate for Ichimaru-kun, one plate for Tousen-kun, one plate for Starrk-kun..." She began setting the plates down in front of them, as they stared dubiously at...whatever was on the plates. "...one for Aaroniero-kun, and two for Yammi-kun!" Setting the last plate down in front of Yammi, she stood to the side and smiled.

"Hey, why does Yammi get two plates and we only get one?" Grimmjow looked over at Orihime, pouting.

Orihime looked confusedly back at him. "Because Yammi-kun's so fat, he needs the extra food! Right, Yammi-kun?" She looked over at Yammi, who had a sad expression on his face as he stared down at his body.

"Nevermind the portions, what in Soul Society is this food?!" Szayel looked down at the...whatever was on the plates, eyebrows raised so high they were stuck in his hair.

"Oh, it's a new kind of food I read about on the Internet! Its made out of fried insects, light mayonnaise and canned peaches!" She grinned happily at them, not noticing how Gin and half of the Espada immediately spat their food out and excuses themselves, muttering about "business."

"Heh, it's actually pretty good!" Nnoitra was shoveling the food into his mouth hungrily, like...well, like a messy, underfed pig.

"I hate to agree with you, but it actually is! So what's in it, woman?" Grimmjow was even worse than Nnoitra, if that was possible; he looked like a living (figuratively) eating machine. A defective one.

"Ano...crickets, flies, grasshoppers, praying mantises..." Orihime began listing the ingredients with an intent look on her face.

Nnoitra's face blanched completely white, blending in with his spoon costume. "Praying...mantises?..." He spat out his mouthful of food, excusing himself from the table. Rushing out of the room, they could hear the sounds of retching coming from outside.

"What's gotten into him?" Grimmjow asked, still eating happily.


Yay! After a very long hiatus, this writer is back (maybe). This series is going to be about food...food...foooood... Because I like food ^^ And it's very fun to write about.