LeBeau was finished with the apple strudel and inhaled the warm aroma rising from it. Schultz would be on his way here for his patrol, but LeBeau wouldn't be surprised if the big sergeant had smelled the dessert. LeBeau took off his chef hat and apron to go outside.

True to his nose, Schultz came to him not yet ten seconds after. LeBeau let the smell wave in front of the big guard before opening the dish. He let the heavenly aroma do its work before asking questions. Schultz, too distracted by the warm and sweet scent answered absent mindedly as he got a piece.

When the pie was finished, Schultz expressed his thanks to the little Frenchman and had to return to his post. LeBeau grinned before heading back inside. Even thought he kept a complaint about feeding the Germans, LeBeau really did enjoy the look on Schultz's face...

-HH-

I guess I'm too attached to HH, but we were at a restaurant/store, and I got upset because it said they had 'apfel strussel'. Strussel. And I got upset because it wasn't strudel with a d. And yes! I am alive! I am really sorry about not updating, but [excuses, excuses...] ;)