A/N: Hello Fanfiction! Thank you all for pushing my story past 50 reviews! I love you all! I'm sorry it kinda took awhile, but I have had writer's block, and my idea-mill had run dry. I hope this chapter sounds good to you. Chapter 7 coming your way.
Disclaimer: Wreck-it Ralph, not mine, but I love it SO much.
Calhoun was reading War and Peace, at a picnic table underneath the large gazebo in Niceland. She suddenly noticed Gene walking up, in his blocky, 8-bit way. She rolled her eyes and lifted her book over her face, hoping that Gene wouldn't sit with her. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, Gene taking a seat across from her. She quietly said hello, hoping Gene wouldn't talk to her at all.
She noticed Gene take out a hard-boiled egg from his lunch. She gave him one of her death glares. The very smell made Calhoun feel very queasy, as if she had just set foot on a boat. "Gene, no eggs! They can make me sick, nowadays." Calhoun said watching Gene peel the egg down to the inside.
Gene smirked at Calhoun and took a slow bite, taking off the top half of the hard-boiled egg. Calhoun's eyes narrowed as she felt her stomach twist as the smell of the egg reached her nose. She grabbed Gene's lunch bag and vomited into it. Gene scrunched up his face in disgust as Calhoun wiped her mouth with his napkin. "Ugh, good god," he said as Calhoun placed the napkin inside of her "egg-sickness" bag.
She threw away his lunch bag into a nearby trash can. "Be very careful you, microscopic cockroach," she said leaning closer to Gene, "because if you aren't, I might crush you, between my thighs."
Gene started trudging back to the penthouse, as Calhoun brushed her hands off and chuckled at Gene angrily storming off. She noticed as stomach began growling, that she hadn't eaten in awhile now. She got up and started thinking about which food she could start make herself. Anything that was in the penthouse could be the perfect thing for her to eat, except for eggs, so her choice would be crucial. Just the thought of this made her giddy with delight. Or at least as giddy as she could be about food.
After Calhoun, eventually, got up the stairs and into her home, she immediately heard the high-pitched, bone-chilling voice of Mrs. Fix-it. Calhoun could imagine the lightning and scary music that accompanied that voice. Calhoun bit her lip and walked into the room with her fake smile plastered on her face. Felix and his mother were laughing about something, as Calhoun desperately edged over to the shelves, attempting to grab anything she could eat. Mrs. Fix-it looked up with a cheerful twinkle in her eyes, "Hello Tammy, dear! How ya doin deary?"
Tamora silently cursed several profanities in her mind. She could see the cheese popcorn on the shelf in front of her, and it was taking every ounce of her strength not to take it and run. Run fast, and run far. "I am just fine. Peachy keen. I just came in here for something to eat." Calhoun said unsteadily.
Mrs. Fix-it's face light up. " Oh, I'll make you something dear!"
Calhoun's eyes widened in shock. Mrs. Fix-it would make way too much food for her, which would take way too long. "Oh, no, I couldn't ask you to-" Calhoun started.
"Nonsense," Mrs. Fix-it said putting up her hands, "I was already going to make something anyhow.."
"Well then, let me help you." Calhoun said so quickly, that she had forgotten who she was talking to. A women she couldn't stand, and she wasn't exactly the easiest person to work with. She was one of the most independent women in the whole arcade. She instantly regretted her quick thinking and hoped that Mrs. Fix-it would insist that she would make it herself.
Mrs. Fix-it grinned, "Why thank you Tammy! Well now, let's get started!"
Calhoun placed the bowls and tins on the counter, while Mrs. Fix-it grabbed the ingredients from the cabinet. Calhoun took a deep breath and hoped this day would be over soon. Mrs. Fix-it loaded the ingredients onto the counter and smiled up at Tamora, "Okay now hon, we best get a move on, we're burning daylight!"
That's what I hope will happen all day. Calhoun thought to herself as she handed over the biggest bowl to Mrs. Fix it. She began helping Felix's mother by pouring in half of a teaspoon of baking soda and pouring it into the bowl. "Um, a little more Tammy." Mrs. Fix it said as she mixed together her sugar and oil.
"What?" Calhoun said, stopping her pouring.
"If you want to make these muffins extra yummy then you need to add a little more baking soda, m'kay?" Mrs. Fix-it said, a little more firmly, but still way more cheerful than Calhoun.
"But why? We've already got enough." Tamora questioned.
Mrs. Fix-it continued mixing, "Tammy dear, if you don't put in at least a teaspoon's worth into these muffins they are gonna turn as flat as a tabletop."
Calhoun sighed and added another half teaspoon of baking soda into the mixture. As she began mixing her ingredients together, she noticed that Mrs. Fix-it was adding only two cups of milk. When Mrs. Fix-it began stirring in the milk she had added, Calhoun grabbed it and began pouring another cup. Mrs. Fix-it stopped stirring, "Tammy, what are you doin?"
"Well, I thought you could use another cup of milk." Calhoun said as she finish pouring the milk, and prepared to dump the milk into the bowl.
"No Tammy!" Mrs. Fix-it said as she grabbed the cup from Calhoun, "If you add another cup's worth then these muffins will be as moist as a sinner's armpits when he's talking to the priest." She dumped the cup in the sink and continued mixing. "Everybody knows that."
Calhoun bit her lip in anger. She felt her hands ball up into fists. It was happening, her anger was overflowing, and she couldn't hang on much longer. While she was focused on her anger, she hadn't noticed that Mrs. Fix-it had opened up the egg carton and was about to crack one of the eggs. Calhoun's anger was replaced with the knowledge that she had to get out of that room otherwise she was going to be sick. The scent reached her nose and she felt the queasy feeling wash over her again. She shoved her bowl at Mrs. Fix-it and ran out of the room shouting, "You know what? You can finish them. I gotta go!"
This left Mrs. Fix-it confused for a moment, but then she went right back to making muffins.
A/N: Thanks for reading, and I apologize if this didn't make any sense, I know nothing about cooking. I really want to make these chapters faster, so I will attempt to do that from now on. Toodles!