Chapter Nine:
Pain De Viande
What was in front of Burgundy's eyes was what most war tribunals consider a war crime. The smell was the least offending thing. If she hadn't been told what it was she would've burned it before it laid eggs or something.
It was Georgia's meatloaf and she wanted Burgundy to try it.
Growing up Burgundy had been fed all kinds of grotesque food that the family's restaurants had thrown together even to this day, but she couldn't just run for the hills now. What have I done to deserve this, Arceus?
"Well, it would be quite…solid," Burgundy mustered, poking it with her fork. Now Georgia is looking at her expectantly, the look that she rarely use. Taking a deep breath she put the first forkful in her mouth.
Thankfully, the only really bad things were the look and smell. At least she could tell that Georgia had used lean beef, and too much pepper and garlic. If it had been prepared by anyone else it would've been your average meatloaf. However it had seemed that Georgia didn't mix it properly and left it in the oven for a few minutes too long.
"How'd you like it?" Georgia asked.
"It's…" Burgundy was looking for a word that wouldn't upset her. "…different?"
Georgia saw through it. "Not good, huh?"
"If you practice more, you could probably pull it off." Georgia seemed to be taking it well enough. "Why would you want to cook?"
Georgia shrugged her shoulders. "It just seems natural to want to cook for your girlfriend, I guess. I just wanted to. I have no definitive answer."
Burgundy pecked the top of Georgia's hand. "You made a valiant effort, really, but next time please take a class so you wouldn't have to subject me to this."
