Title: Perfectly Normal, but not Quite Safe
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here.
Author's Note: I'm sorry. That's really all I can say.
5:10am
"Nessa, when you said 'something green' I thought you were going to cook something green, and not something slightly off white with no traces of green whatsoever."
"I got distracted once I found the cupboard filled with batters and whatnot." Nessarose grinned into her hand as she tested out a bit of batter with a finger. "We could have pancakes for the next five years if we were so inclined."
"I don't think I'll be so inclined after the first five days."
"Oh, Boq, where's your sense of adventure? Think of all the different combinations we could make: nut, blueberry, banana, strawberry, chocolate, cinnamon, peppermint, Boq, raspberry, blackberry, apple, raisin…" Boq zoned out as Nessa kept talking, and his mind wandered to the growing hoard outside the doors that were still making some feeble attempt at figuring out which way the two humans had run.
'Sense of adventure? Are supposedly dead classmates are chasing us through the halls brandishing arms and legs and Luriline knows what else, and she thinks I'm not adventurous enough with pancakes. Wait a minute…'
"Nessa, what was that last one you said?"
"Raisin?" She raised one eyebrow at him while her hands continued to stir clumps of flour into a smooth mixture of sugar and milk.
"No, before that one."
"Raspberry?"
"No, keep going back."
"Peppermint? Cinnamon? Chocolate?" He shook his head. If you're not even sure what you're looking for than how can I help you?"
"I just thought you said something else. That's all."
"Sometimes, my dear Master Boq, you worry me."
"Any non-sweet ingredients we could add in case you decide to make them for dinner?"
"I suppose we could always use cans."
"What?" Nessa smirked at the look on his face.
"Apparently, your dear Galinda believes that people eat cans. Cannibalism it's called."
"Well, that's just silly of you Nessa. You should know that cannibalism means eating people. Clearly Miss Galinda was referring to the zombie incursion." Nessa's eyes narrowed and she begin to stir the batter with much more force. She forced a few spoonfuls of cinnamon into the mixture. "Nessa, I hate cinnamon."
"I know." She sat the t jar atop the counter and continued to stir. "Boq, you're an idiot."
-TBC-
Look! I updated! It's short. I'm sorry. I'm kind of epic failing at fiction writing write now.