BOOM!
The Phantomhive Manor shook as an explosion sounded. A odor that smelt of smoke drifted into Ciel's office. The house of cards that the young boy had been working on fluttered to the ground. A sigh escaped his lips.
"Sebastian, go clean up." he ordered. The black butler bowed and walked out the door to the kitchen, finding it charred yet again.
"Baldroy, how many times must I tell you to not use a flamethrower to cook the food?" asked Sebastian with a calm voice. The blonde American grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well, the mac 'n cheese was cookin' way too slowly!" the chef protested. Sebastian shook his head in exasperation.
"Please use the proper term, Baldroy. It is pronounced macaroni and cheese, not 'mac 'n cheese,' and the flamethrower will burn the macaroni."
Baldroy scoffed, "What? It's pronounced MAC 'N CHEESE where I'm from, so I'm gonna say mac 'n cheese." The butler's eyebrow's twitched with irritation.
"Baldroy, it is plain to see that you are no longer in America. On another note, to prevent you from burning the manor down, I will have to confiscate your flamethrower." replied Sebastian. Baldroy's eyes widened, and his cigar fell out of his mouth.
"You can't do that! It's what I make my food with! I'm the chef here!" yelled the American. Sebastian let out a small sound of contempt.
"Is that what you consider food? Might I mention, I prepare the young master's meals everyday. I am sure a flamethrower is not needed to cook." Rolling his eyes, Baldroy laughed.
"Your food must be pretty boring then! Tch! How can you cook without a flamethrower?No class at all!" Now, from this statement, Baldroy made it pretty obvious that he has never tasted Sebastian's cooking before. The butler slightly smirked.
"Do you really think that? Well, we will see about that. How about a small contest? You can cook your macaroni and cheese your way, as I cook it another. Afterwards, you can sample mine to see how 'boring' it is." proposed the demon. Baldroy grinned.
"IT'S TOTALLY ON!"
~Some time after~
Once again, the manor trembled with explosions coming from the kitchen. Ciel's nostrils flared. 'What is that damned butler doing?' the boy thought. However, this time, along with the burnt scent, there lingered a mouth-watering aroma.
In the kitchen, there was a distinct line between the two men. Man and demon, I mean. Along Baldroy's half, the kitchen was black with ashes. In front of him was a smoking hot (literally) bowl of mac 'n cheese topped with pepper. Or was that just more ash? On the other side, Sebastian's half was as clean as ever, almost sparkling. He was facing an exquisite platter of macaroni and cheese, topped with a couple pieces of cilantro. The "chef" glanced over at the butler's dish and heard his own stomach rumble. Of course, Sebastian heard it as well and smirked. And so, the two men switched positions. Walking over to Baldroy's station, Sebastian wrinkled his nose. The soot was all over his shoes and the smoke smelled terrible. Walking over to Sebastian's station, Baldroy took in a huge whiff. The fragrance of the one simple dish was amazing.
Almost immediately, Baldroy grabbed hold of a silver spoon and tasted some of the macaroni. For the second time that day, the American's eyes widened. He had just tasted Sebastian's cooking. Who wouldn't be amazed? Unfortunately for Sebastian, he had to sample Baldroy's "food." Hesitantly, he took a silver fork and ingested a small amount of the mac 'n cheese. The taste made even a demon gag with disgust. What kind of food was this? Now, at least, Sebastian knew what to use as punishment for the other servants.
Sebastian's bowl of macaroni was already empty. Baldroy let out a burp as a satisfied look came upon his face.
"You call this food? You must be an angel, 'cuz this tasted like it came from heaven!" shouted the blonde chef.
How ironic.