Alright, Day 8, people! :D :D :D
Clone Wars Advent Calendar
Day 8: Anakin's Fruitcake
Anakin decided that today was the day to make his annual fruitcake. He did it each and every year.
Following a recipe was the only way to go for Anakin, but he had written this one himself.
Anakin knew that one fruitcake was the perfect amount, because once he made one, no one ever asked for more.
So he whipped up a quick batch and put it into the oven.
Ahsoka walked into the kitchen and sniffed the air. "What are you baking?" she asked, trying to decipher the strange smell.
"Fruitcake!" Anakin declared, smiling broadly.
The words had just left Anakin's mouth and already Ahsoka could feel a stomachache coming on. "Not another fruitcake!" She wailed miserably.
"But everyone loved my fruitcake last year," Anakin said.
"We all pretended to like it. And I had an upset stomach for three days." Ahsoka said, folding her arms over her chest.
"I thought everyone liked it!" Anakin said sadly.
"Maybe you should use a different recipe." Ahsoka suggested. "If it's good, I won't be stuck in bed for three days."
"Well, alright. What should I do with this one? You wanna eat it?" Anakin asked, as if he hadn't even heard her earlier remarks.
Ahsoka nearly fainted. "NO! I mean, no thanks. I'm good."
"Are you sure? It's really good," Anakin teased.
"Stop it! You're making me sick just thinking about it!" Ahsoka cried.
"Sorry!" Anakin said, laughing.
Ahsoka playfully punched him.
So Anakin tried recipe after recipe after recipe, Ahsoka trying them all. She gave all of them thumbs down.
By the end of the day, Anakin had one recipe left to try and Ahsoka had a bad stomachache.
"Come on, Ahsoka, you have to try this last one!" Anakin said, holding out a plate.
Ahsoka shook her head rapidly. "There is no way I'm trying one more of those disgusting things." She mumbled, "I'm so full, and those fruitcakes are so gross."
"Aw, but how are we going to know how this last one tastes?" Anakin asked.
Ahsoka rest her hands over her aching belly. "You eat it." She said simply.
Anakin tasted it and coughed. "Gross! This is horrible."
"I told you fruitcake was gross!" Ahsoka exclaimed.
"Oh well, I guess we won't make a fruitcake then." Anakin said.
"Great! So you're saying you made me sick for nothing?" Ahsoka cried.
"Sorry, Snips." Anakin replied.
"Oh brother." Ahsoka muttered.
"So… what are we going to do with all this extra fruitcake?" Anakin asked after about a minute of silence.
Ahsoka held her hands in front of her in defense. "Don't you look at me! Don't you dare!"
Anakin laughed and Ahsoka flicked a piece of cake at him.
And Ahsoka had to rest in bed for the rest of the day and the next day as well. Poor Ahsoka.
The End
:( poor Ahsoka. stay tuned for tomorrow's! :)
