A/N: Sprouts are always a contentious issue and I like them even if no-one else does.

Enjoy!

Dinner

"So you've never had Christmas before?" Doug pushed his glasses up his nose as Evie shook her head.

"Not really, we might get a taste of it after you guys, but that's only because your scrappage rolled through the Isle. Lot of sprouts came our way which were amazing. I loved the New Year, we'd get Sprout everything; coffee, cake, pies…mmm sprouts." Evie reminisced, much to the horror of her beau.

"You like sprouts." He stated, flabbergasted.

"Oh, we talking about sprouts?" The voice at the door sounded just as enthusiastic as Evie did. Jay was practically dribbling at the thought of sprouts. "Hey E, do you reckon we can recreate one of the Gastons' recipes for their Toasted Sprout Sandwiches?" Jay smiled at the memory of those amazing seasonal sandwiches.

"Stop!" Doug was aghast at the pair before him, and was thankfully joined by the rest of the gang, before they could carry on.

"What's going on?" Ben flumped down on the sofa, his head reeling with numbers that had been blasted at him in the last Treasury meeting.

"Sprouts." Doug pleaded with Ben who grimaced at the nasty addition to Christmas dinner.

"What, you don't like sprouts?" Mal turned towards him in shock.

"You do?!" There was now a clear seating boundary between the Auradonians and their Isle counterparts.

"Who doesn't love sprouts?" Carlos seemed confused at the abject terror displayed on Jane's face.

"They're nasty green balls of horror, a barrier between myself and dessert until I ate every last one of the little buggers." Jane shuddered.

"They're delicious, you can do so much with them!" Carlos explained. "Sprout mash was a pretty good staple."

"Stop. Talking." Doug begged, feeling nauseated. "Everything you've already listed has made my stomach roll – sandwiches, pies, mash… cake?! Coffee?!" He was astounded.

"Darling, our Christmas Dinner would usually consist of Spider Soup, maybe Mould or Mildew Slops, mildew if it was particularly special. The fish and cheese were usually unidentifiable but they came from Auradon so it can't have been that bad and almost each course would have a variation of a sprout side dish. It was great! It was the one time of the year that us four would spend together and we'd cook. It was usually either at mine or Carlos' because we'd have bigger space and we could always foist old EQ off to Maleficent and the two would keep each other amused by terrorising Mal's neighbours." Evie smiled as she recalled the few Christmases they'd spent with one another on the Island.

"Yeah, that was great… the year we made sprout coffee was pretty amazing." Jay sighed, ignoring Lonnie's noise of disgust.

"I don't want to ask, but I'm going to…." Ben sighed. "How do you make sprout coffee?"

"Dry them down and grind the dry parts. We used to use Ginger's oven." Mal said with a shrug.

"Ginger?" Jane frowned.

"Gingerbread witch." Carlos supplied. "The foe of Hansel and Gretel?"

"Ah…"

"How are you alive?!" Doug exclaimed suddenly. "Mildew and mould slops, spider soup? Fish and cheese courses that must have spent days on the garbage boats?!"

"Darling, the Isle is a very different place." Evie smiled. "The food here took us a while to get used to, and there are days when I miss the crabcakes from Ursula's place. Though I doubt there are any crabs in there at all." She rested her hand on Doug's arm as he became more agitated.

"Do you know what I miss? We used to go and get them at Christmas as well, the Red Queen teas, I loved the Villainy flavour." Carlos said excitedly.

"Oh! Those!" Mal exclaimed. "Mine was undoubtedly Sinner's Soul. That had a bite to it unlike anything I have ever drank!"

"Puh-lease. The best was Thieves Honour." Jay scoffed.

"Nu-uh, it was Rot&Decay. That used to wake me up in the morning." Evie interjected, the four now squabbling as their other halves, with a mixture of horror, amusement and bemusement stared at them.

"Ben." Jane tugged on the King's sleeve to whisper in his ear. "How do you think they're going to cope with their first Christmas dinner this year?"

"Badly." Ben shook his head and sighed, adding another point to his mental check list.

Food rations to the Isle.