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Cooking Dilemma

Weiss Schnee was a prodigy. She was an expert in close combat, mastered fencing at young age. Her could control the glyphs properly, was smart and was one of few students in Beacon who had a decent fashion sense. But one thing was bothering her.

"I'm going to die Weiss..."

The heiress was terrible at cooking. She was a lethal cook. Ruby laid on the infirmary bed with a pale face. She was between dying and puking. How could she fail!? Weiss didn't know what she had done. She read a cooking book!

Was it the time she add pepper in the cookie recipe or was it the fire dust she accidentally put in the tuna sandwiches?

"BBLREEGHH.. WEISS I'm going to-" Blake couldn't finish her sentence. Her stomach had a fight with the tuna.

Weiss ignored her almost-dying teammates and focused on her main problem, cooking. She needed help. But from who?

Library

Jaune Arc had the worst time in his life. He buried his red face into a book, because of that morning incident. Pyrrha was frequently silent, she was stunned and looked half-dead. It was embarrassing, for both.

"I'm sorry!" Jaune said awkwardly to Pyrrha.

"It was nothing..." the redhead warrior looked aimlessly at the ceiling with a red face.

"Stand up soldiers! We are having an intruder!", Nora stood up in military fashion towards to her teammates. Behind her was a chalkboard. "Today's mission: The waffle enemy."

"Nora what are you talking about?" Jaune was slightly annoyed, he should be angry, but he knew Nora was just… well Nora. She didn't know her actions.

"My pancake-sense are tingling and I felt a great disturbance." Nora was serious and Jaune gave her a blunt glance.

"And our worst enemy are the waffles?" Jaune asked rhetorically. Nora smiled heavily.

"Exactly soldier!" 'serious!' Jaune was dumbfounded.

"Nora I don't think we should do it." Pyrrha tried to calm down her energize teammates, but the orange head girl smiled maniacally.

"I know, I know. By the way Pyrrha you like waffles?" Pyrrha was unsure and confused why she asked that.

"No it's unhealthy." she answered.

"Alright solo mission! I'm gonna ask any person who likes waffle and then..." Jaune and Pyrrha looked in terror at their teammates. "I'm gonna break everyone's legs! YEE-HAAW" before Jaune could stop her, Nora ran away.

"Jaune we have to stop her!" how in the world did Ren managed her to be less aggressive!?

Campus

Ren sneezed silently, someone was talking about him or was it a small fever, because he slept outside?

"Bless you Flowey." Yang snickered.

"Oh come on Yang, don't call me that." Ren shook his head, after the match Yang's been following him. There where now on the fresh grass, looking the sky-blue horizon.

"Nope." she said teasingly, Ren grunted. Could Yang teasing someone else?

"So back again why are we outside?" his fellow blonde yawned tiredly.

"You know, just enjoy the view and not moving an inch. It's relaxing." true, he enjoyed to be doing nothing. It made him timeless, seeing the peaceful horizon and chirped of the birds. The breeze of the wind had a welcoming sound. Enjoying the nature, that's life for a certain ninja-like huntsman.

"Yang I've neve-" as he turned his head to Yang, he saw her instead of looking the sky, she focused her view to the male students, at the training ground, showing of their muscles.

"I like it." Yang stared joyful at the boys.

'Oh you meant that..." he had a blunt face. Guess Yang was Yang after all.

"Wait for me Flowey, I'm going to find some material." he didn't understand 'material' part in the sentence but shrugged off as Yang stood up.

But anyway now he was alone and free time. Ren imagined his free time going to Vale, buying new cookbooks or spent his rest time sleeping. Actually the second option was more pleasant.

"There you are." his thought were interrupted as a shadow blocked his sunlight, it picked him forcefully up.

A man on his late teens with a chef hat stood in front of him. He wore a red apron and had messy short blonde hair. He had an eye-patch on his left eye. It was the chef cook of the cafeteria in Beacon, Raymond Koch.

"Mister Koch? Wha-!" the man didn't let him speak and dragged him to the cafeteria. The only reason why Raymond would appeared was.

He needed a cook.

Cafeteria

Ren was pissed. Now he wore a green apron, tossing the pans cooking omelets. 'Why me!' today was not his day. Ren regretted the time he volunteered for cooking. Time to time Raymond appeared and forced him to work. Mister Koch picked him up even in a mission. While his teammates were fighting of a Nevermore, Koch kidnapped him. Ren was kinda a small famous celebrity in the cafeteria.

He wanted to say no but.

'CHOP, CHOP. CHOP.' he whole crew could hear the immense strength of Koch, who's been to much into cooking. He chopped the onions fast as possible with fire in his eyes. Raymond was angry because some students used his oven, for some illogical reason the moment he opened it he got hit by a huge explosion, giving him a bad sight on his left eyes temporary.

At the infirmary a girl sneezed.

Everyone knew I Raymond was not in physical good condition he can't cook probably, per se he will threat any crew member like a slave.

"Oh man..." one cooks was scared.

"Ren you are our lost hope please…." one of the cooks pleaded. Everyone were scared and they knew Ren was a great cook. His cooking skills had the same tastes of Raymond.

"Today special omelet. The headmaster will come and I want to serve one of the best meal he will ever received."

"Do we have to make 100 Omelets-"

"ARRGH!" Koch threw his kitchen knife at him, sending the hat of one cooks to the next wall. Koch was silently and went maniacally at the complaining cook. Ren and the others took a step back.

"What did you say?" Koch's healthy eyes darted deathly at the young apprentice, he asked slowly and lunatic at him. He picked up his knife. Reserved.

"I-" Koch pressed his knife the neck of the cook forcing him to got backwards where the wall is.

"You are a disgrace. we are cooks and our mission is to provide every huntsmen and huntresses in training with the finest meal Remnant can give us. On top of that Ozpin is visiting us and you really want to served him 1 omelets? NO! There must be at least 2 out of 100 omelets with the TASTE of a god not perfect not GOD-LIKE!" Raymond screamed in passion, but the rest only saw a maniac who's about to kill someone for an omelet.

"KYYAHH!" the man let a girly scream out and ran away. Koch sighed in disappointment.

"REN you are our last hope!" the rest exclaimed in fear. Ren just nodded he was truly the last hope.

Somewhere in the campus.

Jaune sensed something a familiar. A girl scream-, no a man scream. "I feel you pain." he muttered in empathy, pressing his hand tightly into a fist, someone, somewhere were in danger, or was in an awkward situation.

Pyrrha gave him a questionable look.

"Jaune what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Breaking legs… Breaking legs!" they recognized the words.

"NORA!"

Cafeteria

"Headmaster Ozpin what are you doing here?" Weiss was surprised, seeing the headmaster in the school cafeteria casually sitting on the bench, while he had a mug in his left hand.

"Ah Miss Schnee, didn't expect you coming here. Well my students, one of the cooks invited me for breakfast." Ozpin was happy that his school was functional and welcoming him to eat.

"Really." Weiss stomach slightly growl much to her embarrassment, Ozpin chuckled gesturing her to take a seat.

"Why don't we eat together." Weiss accepted his gesture and joined. The reason why the heiress came in the cafeteria was, because Weiss wanted to improve her cooking skill by tasting the school lunch. Sure she could hire a personal cook to learn making proper food. However her dad cut her budget since she refused to join the Atlas Academy.

"Stand still!" ordered someone in kitchen. Weiss was unsure if it was a good reason to be here.

The male voice sounded like a soldier.

"Alright fellas Mister Ozpin is right here and I want to serve him the best meal you ever cooked.", the and the crew gave their boss a disbelief look. Since when was this the military?

At this time the whole group made over 100 omelets for one person. Seriously. The face expression of the group, including Ren swiftly changed after Raymond held is knife reserved, giving him the appearance of a maniac. "Is. That. Clear?"

"YES SIR!" they all shouted. Unknown to them, Ozpin and Weiss clearly misheard some of the conversation.

"Don't worry, chef Raymond is always like this." he tried to comfort the young student, but she let a concerned chuckle out.

Several cooks came out the door, excluding Ren because his only job was to cook and he went outside, standing in a row with two omelets. Raymond graced a satisfied smile and the rest sighed in relieve.

"Omelet for you Mister Ozpin. Oh! We have and extra guest." 'Oh god.' the rest thought as their felt an ominous aura coming out of him. Ozpin took gratefully the two plates.

"You have my gratitude Mister Koch. Always prepared." instead of a maniac Koch, Raymond nodded politely that the two customers. Mentally the crew cheered in relief.

Omelets

Weiss was skeptical? She expected something more exquisite. She the meal looked tempting. It had this fluffy appearance and the lovely yellow color. 'No time to complain dig in Weiss' as she dug in her fork in the food and took a small bit she was shocked.

The omelet she got served was no ordinary average meal. 'HOW?' the fluffy texture, the right amount of milk and eggs made the omelet indescribable. He felt in heaven. She chewed happily her meal. 'The onions have the right flavor along the bacon.' it felt welcoming.

Raymond was finally pleased as he saw Ozpin graced a small smile.

"That is impressive." he finished his last bite, giving the cooks a thankful nod.

"Impressive? That was indescribable!? It's more then perfect." exclaimed Weiss confident, she maybe found her cook.

"Phew! I'm glad, don't thank me, those omelets were made by one of your students." stated Raymond an honest reply. Weiss stood immediately up.

"Who! I need to find him! I-I mean to thank him probably."

"That guy went outside, right now. Can't miss him he has black hair." the rest of the group saw a rushing students, taking the front door.

"Raymond shouldn't you have to say the name?" Ozpin asked, but Raymond laughed awkwardly.

"I forgot." the rest of the cooks facepalmed at his IQ.

At the docks

Ren sneezed as he sat on the edge of the platform looking at the city. 'Either way I'm going to get sick or someone talked about me.' he was unsure how this whole day begun. First Nora, Yang then Raymond. Today was not his day.