Okay, I hereby dedicate this chapter to an annonymous reviewer who signed as Dreamer and suggested loads of prompts that will keep me very busy and fill this story with plenty of chapters. The name of the chapter is also the name of the dish that Jeremy and Jaime have been served. It translates, roughly, to Octopus with Garlic. Now, on that note...
LET THEM EAT OCTOPUS!
Theme: Humor/general
Rating: K+
Description: God, octopus is nasty...
Polipi Veraci All'aglio
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"Is this… octopus?" Jaime asked incredulously as she looked at her meal with wide eyes and a slightly disgusted expression. Jeremy, who sat to the left of her, nodded, his nose wrinkled up.
"More than one, I assume." He said, pointing out the fact that around the main octopus there was a bunch of little baby octopus legs placed strategically. Jaime attempted to cover her gag with a cough. Jeremy pat her on the back consolingly and tried to discretely push the bowl of octopus away from him. At the other end of the table, Benicio rested in his bombardment of Lucas to glance over at the pair.
"Do you not like the food?" He asked. Everyone turned to look at them. Jaime blushed in response to being on the receiving end of so many unwanted eyes and Jeremy just cleared his throat.
"No, it's fine." Jaime said quickly, trying to cover up and avoid insulting the chef. Without thinking, she grabbed her fork, stabbed it into the flesh, and stuck it in her mouth. She put up a mock smile and chewed enthusiastically for a few bites, while everyone else went back to their own dishes.
Jaime's mouth was a parade of nasty.
She had never eaten octopus before, so she didn't know if it was supposed to be chewy and slippery. It tasted a lot like rubber with a lot of garlic slathered on top, and the smell was just… Uhg— gag worthy!
Her chewing slowed and she felt her eyes starting to water. She quickly grabbed her napkin and, placing it to her mouth while she turned to face the wall, spit any of the food she had in her mouth out into it. Jeremy pat her back comfortingly and let out a soft noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
"You okay?" He asked, getting close enough to her ear that his breath warmed her. She turned her watery eyes on him and wiped around her mouth.
"I hate Italian."
It really is like that. Or, the octopus I had anyway...
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