A/N: Sorry it's been awhile, I've been busy with school work and other projects.

Chapter 3: Third and Fourth Honored Guests: the Quincy Chef General and his Strong, Silent Kitchen Aid

"Shinigami… potluck?" Ishida Uryuu said, looking incredulously at the note in his hand while pressing his glasses to his face, as if checking to see if they were at fault.

"We should go," Yasutora Sado said, his hugely muscular body standing stock still behind Ishida as he hauled several bags of sewing materials that Ishida had asked him to help carry home.

"Ridiculous," Ishida scoffed. "I am I Quincy. I hate Shinigami."

"I need help cooking my dish," Sado said simply. "I can't seem to make the food I cook look good."

Ishida's fingers seemed to twitch involuntarily.

"Well… er… it'd be a shame if you couldn't… no," he said, shaking his head. "I am not to associate with Shinigami any longer."

"I've an interesting idea," Sado said. "Something I don't think I've ever tried before."

Ishida's fingers seemed to be twitching even more harshly.

"Well," he said, "maybe I can at least help you out. I mean, it'd be pretty ungrateful of me to not help out a comrade at least a little."

Half an hour later

Ishida stood perched on a high chair dressed in an extremely frilly and ornate chef's apron and hat, both of which were adorned with the Quincy cross, tastefully placed along the patterns to create a rather imposing effect.

"Prepare the oven! It needs to be set at exactly 175 degrees Celsius!"

Sado wordlessly obliged, turning the heat up on his oven.

"There's a lot of pre-cooking work that needs to be done. Assemble exactly three cups of flour, twenty-five tortillas, as many spices and herbs as you have in the house, and five pounds of ground beef. We've got a lot of work to do."

Sado began rooting through his small apartment, quickly producing the items Ishida had called for without much fuss.

"OK, good. Get me a mixing bowl, a beater, a gallon of milk and a carton of eggs. Oh, a stick of butter too, while you're at it."

Sado opened his refrigerator and removed the requested ingredients, before opening up his cabinets and removing the supplies. Wordlessly, he handed them to Ishida.

"All right. I think the oven is ready now, go take the meat I purchased out of the refrigerator and put it in. Let's get this show on the road."

An hour later

Sado's kitchen was still immaculately clean as he carefully placed the last of the finished product into the oven. Somehow, throughout the entire long and involved cooking process, Ishida had not only managed to keep the entire kitchen spotless but had also managed to sew them both rather nice outfits with which to wear. Ishida's was a variation on the traditional Quincy garb that looked highly ceremonial, well-suited for something involving the captains of the Seireitei.

Sado's outfit was styled like a nice business suit, and actually looked fairly well, which came as something of a surprise to Sado. Remembering Ishida's former forays into the realm of making men's clothes, the fact that it wasn't basic and not terribly attractive was a bit of a surprise.

"All right," Ishida said, his voice far more excited than Sado had ever heard it before. "The masterpiece is almost ready. We're going to need a large box to carry it in, go fetch that and we can get it out of the oven and be on our way. We must not be late."

Smiling faintly, Sado went to do as he was told. All things considered, getting Ishida to come along had been surprisingly easy.