Theme: Food

Warning: Absolute craziness, AU, a touch of OOC if you squint

Link looked down at his plate in barely-contained disgust. Ghirahim had been placed in charge of dinner for the night and the man had just finished dinner. Ghirahim had served him a plate of dinner and was currently standing over Link, fully expecting him to eat. But whatever was on Link's plate was not what he was expecting to eat for dinner. In fact, he wasn't even sure if what was in front of him was edible. Link blinked his eyes shut, hoping that the blob of what was considered his dinner was gone. However, upon opening his eyes, Link found himself still staring at dinner. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked down at his plate.

He swore his dinner just moved a couple centimeters.

"What are you waiting for, the apocalypse? Eat your dinner Link," Ghirahim said.

Link raised an eyebrow before looking up at Ghirahim. "And what exactly is dinner?"

"Chicken casserole. What else would it be?" Ghirahim asked Link sarcastically.

Link coughed and looked back down to his dinner. It certainly had that coloring of casserole, but that was about it. All it looked like was a dried blob of vomit with chunks of meat in it. He looked back up at Ghirahim, who had his hands on his waist. Link hesitantly picked up his fork and poked at his dinner. The blob shuddered suddenly and he jumped away in fright. A few seconds later, the casserole collapsed onto his plate, almost in the shape of a pancake.

Pointing an accusative finger at his "dinner", Link exclaimed, "That is not casserole! I'm not even sure if that thing is even fully dead!"

Ghirahim scoffed and moved up beside Link. "Stop being a drama queen, child. This food is a masterpiece and you should be grateful that I've taken the time to make you dinner."

"Grateful for what? Having you kill me with this mess you call food?" Link snapped.

Ghirahim growled and pick up Link's fork. "You are overreaching. This tastes just fine," Ghirahim said before stabbing the casserole.

He picked up a small piece of what appeared to be meat and stuffed it into his mouth. The man chewed the meat for a couple of seconds and raised an eyebrow at Link. He appeared just fine, even having the nerve to smirk at Link, until he slowly stopped chewing. Link watched as Ghirahim's face started to get a green tint.

Raising an eyebrow, Link started chuckling. "What's wrong Ghirahim?"

Ghirahim shook his head, keeping his mouth shut. However, the more seconds that passed, the greener that the man's face became. Link could see his lover start to shake before he slapped a hand over his mouth. Ghirahim ran out of the room towards the bathroom, his footsteps echoing through the hall.

"I guess that I should order out, huh?" Link shouted from down the hall.

The sound of retching was his only answer.

A/N: As much as I love Ghirahim, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who could cook. And while I could have just had this drabble center around Link's cooking (cause I can imagine him cooking), let's face it: I wouldn't have been as funny XD