The four of them slept over at Chris', Dan and Phil in the guest room, and PJ and Chris in Chris'.

Lets just say, the night was eventful.

In the morning, Phil went downstairs to get breakfast.

Opening the fridge, there was nothing other than a pot of Greek Yogurt, Cucumber, and the left overs from yesterday's curry.

Well, what Dan could not eat.

Sighing, making a mental note to tell Chris to buy more food, he picked up the pot and the Cucumber.

He selected a chopping board and a knife, spooning the yoghurt into a bowl, he began to strip back the Cucumber from it's packaging. He could not.

His hands were both too slippy and too dry, the packaging too tight, the Cucumber too big.

"Need some help?" Dan yawned, at the kitchen step.

"That would be good, thanks!" Phil passed the Cucumber over, and Dan began to grin.

"You always have problems with something this size, don't you?"

"Shu'p" Phil mumbled, he had dunked his finger into the yoghurt and was licking it off.

"Look." Dan said, it was almost an order. "You have to start at the top.." He was talking slowly, with a hint of a laugh in his voice. He began to tease the top of

the packaging off, going slowly. "Then, you have to squeeze it as you go further down." He began to do so.

"Dan...?" Phil's voice was a little exasperated. "Don't be a."

"Cucumber?" He offered, showing Phil the half opened vegetable.

"That. Yes." He nodded. "Anyhow, where was I..." Dan pushed the packaging back up to the top. "You have to let it spring up, otherwise it will not release it's

juices..."

"Juices? Dan? You seriously are a.."

"A long luscious green legume?" His smirk was growing larger as he saw Phil sighing at his childish behaviour.

"That. Yes." "And then, your hand firm and at a 43 degree angle, you begin to make your way back down the length, ensuring the end if free in case of a

rupture..."

"Rupture? RUPTURE? DAN?"

"The packaging. Look." Dan pointed to the plastic which had split and was now hanging down off the end, where Dan had left it free. He had an innocent look

on his face, he looked at Phil with mock confusion and curiosity. "Look! A rupture."

"Please can I just have the Cucumber?" "Oh! You asked for it? But.. but.. I'm not prepared!" Dan began to grin, looking at Phil's face. It had gone from finding

this a little amusing, to the *I am going to kill you if you don't stop* despairing expression. "I still need to strip it back, pump it of it's waste.."

"You really are a kno.."

"Knobbly gherkin? I would describe myself as more of a voluptuous produce, full of both vital nutrience and vital charisma."

"Come here." Phil commanded, and Dan did so. He grabbed the Cucumber, and took a bite out of the top.

"You like it like that do you?" Dan grinned, pushing the chopping board and knife aside as he picked Phil up and placed him on the kitchen surface.