(Chapter 3!

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Peter looked at the egg cheese mess that was in the mixing bowl.

"I don't know about this Mike." He said worriedly looking at the Texan. Mike sighed.

"Come on Peter, you where the one who wanted to make this thing right?" Mike asked looking at his friend.

"Well, yeah, that's because it sounded good, but now I'm not too sure." Peter bit his lip.

"If it's any help, I've never made one ether." Mike smiled as he grabbed the Bisquick box.

"What is quiche anyway?" Davy asked from the kitchen table where he and Micky where playing a card game with their dummy Mr. Schneider.

"Some kind of French egg bake I think." Mike said looking at the recipe Mrs. Purdy gave them.

"Alright, so we mix the eggs and milk together." Mike said as Peter cracked the last egg into the bowl and Mike poured in the milk "Here start mixing it." He handed Peter a whisk then went back to the index card and grabbed a measuring cup he scooped in some of the Bisquick and then added it to the eggs and milk followed by some mushrooms.

"Are we adding anything else?" Micky asked stretching as he got up to watch Mike and Peter.

"I don't know, what else is in the fridge?" Mike asked adding some butter to the batter.

"We have some olives, green peppers, and some sausage." Micky answered grabbing the mentioned items.

"Is the sausage good?" Mike asked "I can't even remember the last time we had sausage." Micky opened the container and smelt it.

"It smells good." He said then made to grab a piece.

"Micky I swear, if you eat a piece of that-" Mie started to say but Micky already plopped it into his mouth and started chewing it.

"Tastes fine." Micky announced as he dumped the meat into the egg mix. Mike sighed.

"Ok, fine, but if we get food poisoning because of you-" Mike let the empty threat hang in the air as he grabbed a pie plate and Peter dumped the batter into it then slid the quiche into the oven to bake. Half an hour later Mike took the egg bake out of the oven to cool as Davy set the table.

"That looks good." Micky said licking his lips.

"Well, let's just hope it tastes good too." Mike said as he grabbed the orange juice form the fridge and Peter brought over the quiche. Micky cut into it and slid pieces onto plates and for a few moments there was quiet chewing only to be broken by a clinking glass or a fork hitting the plate. Finally though Mike turned to Peter and smiled.

"Peter," He said a glint in his eyes "I think you can now add quiche to your recipe book." Peter smiled and nodded. Yes this one was definitely going into his recipe book…not that Mike knew he was making a recipe book.

"Yeah, even the sausage is good." Micky pipped up.

"We'll have to wait a day or so to determine that Mick." Davy answered before Mike could "For all you know you could of poisoned us all."

"Well, if I did it would have been by accident." Micky shot back as he gently shoved the Brit.

"So, are you saying that you did give us food poisoning?" Mike asked a smile tugging on his lips.

"What, no!" Micky yelped looking at Peter for help.

"Don't look at me Micky." Peter laughed as Micky grumbled something under his breath and took another bit of quiche making sure all three of his friends could see the half chewed up egg.