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List of Defaults
"So let me get this straight,"
I sighed. Vaughn, Jill, Elliot, and I were all crowded into her small one-room house. It was pretty squished and uncomfortable, and I was pretty sure Elliot was about to have a claustrophobic breakdown any minute.
We had told Vaughn what we had found, and what had happened to Elliot. He was just replaying it out loud to make sure he understood.
"Elliot went into the jungle to look for Wada and Shea," he continued. "But got hit with a branch, and fell unconscious."
"Yep," I said, nodding.
Vaughn got this funny look on his face, and I could tell he was trying to hold back laughter. Why? Probably because Elliot got knocked out by a tree...
I glared at him, and he looked at his hands like a little kid that had been caught eating candy before supper.
"So," Jill said as I hopped down from the kitchen counter I was sitting on. "Who's hungry? I bought the ingredients to make a red-hot pie from Van before we left."
"Red-hot pie?" Elliot asked, looking at Jill as if she had three heads.
I smiled. Eventually, you get used to Forget-Me-Not Valley and it's odd dishes.
"Yeah," Jill said. "It's basically a pie with fruit from hybrid tree number 6, eggs, and butter."
Elliot continued looking at her like she was half-insane.
"It's really good!" Jill insisted. "Just try it! Oh, and I'm also making tataro stir-fry, which is tataro, and hybrid 23 or 24. I'm using 23 because I like it better."
"What's ta...tatro?" Elliot asked, struggling with the pronunciation.
"Tataro," Jill snapped. "It's some sort of vegetable thing..."
She waved away the subject, and started cooking.
I walked over to Vaughn and sat down beside him.
"So," I said. "How were things while we were gone?"
"Ok," Vaughn replied. "Quiet, though. And boring."
I smiled and grabbed his hand. "We'll take you with us next time," I promised.
Elliot suddenly sat up and let out a deep sigh. "I'm going outside..." he murmured. "I'm claustrophobic and this small house is freaking me out!"
He hurried out of the house, gladly shutting the door behind him.
I turned to Vaughn. "Isn't he lactose intolerant?" I asked.
"Yeah, so?" Vaughn asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"And he's claustrophobic," I pointed out.
"And...?" Vaughn said, as if asking me to get on with it.
"Do you think he's gluten intolerant? Or a vegetarian?" I asked. "Because then he'd only be able to eat vegetables and fruit in wide places."
Vaughn didn't say anything for a while. "Why are you talking about this?" he eventually asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged, looking at my hand and Vaughn's hand together. "Just wondering..."
When I looked back up, Vaughn was smiling at me. Well, it wasn't a real smile because I think that's physically and mentally impossible for him; it was more of a curve of the lip. I was about to ask him what he was smiling at when he leaned down and kissed me.
Surprised, I just sat there for a minute with my eyes wide open. I then relaxed and started kissing him back. Vaughn's arms wrapped around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his waist.
"Whoa, ok!"
Vaughn and I pulled apart and turned to see Jill staring at us wide eyed.
"Didn't need to see that..." she said, shaking her head.
I laughed, while Vaughn turned a deep red.
"I just wanted to know if any of you knew how to pre-heat an oven, and I see you to making out!" Jill said.
"You don't know how to pre-heat an oven?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at my sister. "You're nineteen!"
"So?" Jill snapped. "You know I've never been good at cooking!"
"Ok, ok..." I muttered, getting up. "No need to be all cranky."
Jill stuck her tongue out at me, and I went over to start pre-heating her oven. She then started making the red-hot pie, by mixing the eggs and butter with wheat for the dough, and then putting it in a pie pan and filling it with hybrid fruit #6.
While the pie was in the oven, Jill made the tataro stir-fry. She put chopped up tataro and hybrid 23 in a frying pan and put it on the stove, occasionally stirring it with a wooden spoon.
"You seem good at cooking," I observed watching my sister make supper.
"I'm just not good with appliances," Jill said, opening the oven door and checking on the red-hot pie. It seemed to be done, so Jill put on some oven mitts and took it out, setting it on the window sill to cool down.
She continued to stir the tataro stir-fry for a few more minutes before asking me to turn off the stove and taking it off, setting it by the red-hot pie to cool down.
I went over to the door and opened it, peering out. There was no one out there.
"Hey," I said turning back towards Vaughn and Jill. "Where's Elliot?"
We all looked at each other, confused, until a scream erupted outside. We all dashed out to where the scream had come from, and found Elliot cowering behind Takakura's house.
"Elliot!" I cried, racing towards you. "What's wrong?"
Shaking, Elliot pointed to the far end of Jill's pasture. Jill, Vaughn, and I all looked down there to see Murrey, the local homeless man of Forget-Me-Not Valley, wandering around, whistling.
"You're scared of Murrey?" Jill asked, staring at Elliot like he was crazy.
"Y-Yes..." Elliot stuttered, nodding weakly.
"Hobophobia..." I said, shaking my head. "I'll add that to the list of defaults."
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