A/N: I know it's been forever since I last updated again, I've been on a roll with my other fanfic on here, go read it if you like, it's for Inglourious Basterds :D
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the ASOUE characters, why must life be so cruel? :'(
"What do we do now?" I groan, standing and hurling the rag to the floor, "I've never made anything edible in my life. And I'm sure nothing we bought would make a 'delicious' dinner. Even by Olaf's standards,"
"It'll be fine, I'm sure we can think of something. There's always something," Violet says, tying her hair in her ribbon, "first we have to find some food."
As we all searched throughout the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen, we all found at least one thing we wished we hadn't, I scream a bit when I open a door to find a whole lot of cockroaches scattered across the bottom corner, and a few either empty or broken wine bottles. How much wine can one man drink? I hear Violet pull out a drawer filled with a number of metal objects and silver wear,
"Pasta it is," she mutters to herself, tipping everything out and separating the metal from the strands of spaghetti.
"Pasta Puttanesca? That's Italian for very few ingredients, you know...?" Klaus mentions, putting a few cans of sauce on the counter,
"That's great. Sunny, a little help?" Violet cuts in, handing down a large can of tomato paste to Sunny to bite off the lid, "thanks," she murmurs, taking it back from her.
"We're going to need a pot," I say, seeing the ingredients scattered across the counter top,
"No pot," Klaus answers,
"And a strainer," Violet adds,
"No strainer," I answer before Klaus has the chance,
"Ah, and a sauce pan."
I could hear Count Olaf screaming as if he were dying from the other room, while we looked around the room for something to cook with,
"A strainer," I hear Klaus say from the side, I turn to see him holding a broken window fly screen out in front of himself, "that's brilliant!"
"Sunny, how's that pot coming?" Violet calls out, as Sunny came walking back in with a spittoon, I look down with a disgusted, disapproving look,
"Sunny, that's not a pot...it's a spittoon," Klaus tells her,
"A spittoon?" Violet asks us, "you mean like...?" she trails off while we nod slowly, "we'll was it twice," she finishes, clearly just as disgusted as I am.
After we had washed it perfectly enough, we fill it with boiling water and put the pasta inside, Violet keeping an eye on it while Klaus and I stir the sauce. Occasionally I would catch her looking over at us and smiling, making me blush.
Klaus takes out the spoon and holds it out for me to taste before serving it, I nod approvingly, my eyes watering a bit as it burns down my throat,
"Sorry," he chuckles lightly, giving me a small smile.
Once everything was finished, we put the pasta into each plate, before pouring the sauce over each serving and placing them all on the table. Then moving back to the walkway to the kitchen.
Violet clears her throat to get Olaf's attention, he rolls onto his side, showing his now roughed clothing and a new empty wine bottle held between his teeth,
"What do you want?" he asks us,
"Dinner is served," Violet answers, "Puttanesca,"
"What did you call me?" Olaf asks her, an appalled look on his face as he stands and smoothes out his front,
"It's pasta.." Klaus states, "past Puttanesca,"
"Where is the roast beef?" there was a short pause before Klaus speaks again, "Roast beef?"
"Beef. Yes, roast beef," he begins, "it's the Swedish term for beef that is roasted," he says in a huff, I bite my lip to stop myself from speaking back at him,
"But, you didn't tell us you wanted roast beef," Violet says for me,
"You know, there is a big world out there filled with orphans who would gladly swim across an ocean of thumb tacks just to be eclipsed by the long shadow that is cast by my accomplishments..." Olaf starts, spreading his hand across his chest, "but I don't care about them. I chose to open my heart to you three loverly children, and your hideous primate," he continues, gesturing down towards Sunny without looking away from us, "all I ask is that you do each and every thing that pops into my head while I enjoy the enormous fortune your parents left behind," he finally finishes.
"No!" Klaus and I say together,
"Why you..." Olaf starts before yelling out in pain, looking down and seeing Sunny who had just bitten his ankle, "it's time you children learned a little respect," he says through gritted teeth, bending down and picking up Sunny who began to scream and cry.
"You put her down!" Klaus demands, stepping towards them and reaching out to grab her, before being struck hard across the face and knocked to the floor.
"Klaus!" I shriek, crouching down next to him and placing a hand upon his cheek,
"You monster!" Violet screams, immediately taking a violently crying Sunny out of his grasp.
"You all saw it, the boy slipped," Olaf states, gathering himself together,
"You won't get a cent of our money until Violet turns 18," Klaus says furiously as I help him back to his feet,
"Oooooh. Oooooh...ooh ooh oooooh!" Olaf laughs with his troupe behind him, "really? Says who?" he asks with shifty eyes,
"The law, look it up," I answer,
"We're going to call Mr Poe right now," Violet says, taking a stand as the responsible sibling, I take a quick sympathetic glance at Klaus clutching his cheek,
"Are you?" Olaf says, mock terror in his voice and a smug look on his face.
Suddenly he grabs us by the wrist and drags us back upstairs, throwing us inside our room without caring if we fell or not, "I'm very disappointed in you children!" he claims, closing and locking the door behind him, we hear him speak to the others cheerfully as he walks back down the stairs, "now, where were we!"
In the next chapter we have the comforting! *YAY!* I promise it'll be cute. Thank you to all of the reviews, you guys rock, I love you all! :D