Prompt: Surprise
"Mama, I brought you something. Me and Uncle Matty have been cooking."
Clary blinked. She was sitting on her bed, catching up on the reports that needed going over. "You and Mattes, cooking? The kitchen's not on fire, is it?"
Little shook her head. "Uncle Matty said it would be nice to give you this," she told her. She placed a bowl of something on the bed and then skipped out of the room.
Clary glanced at the bowl for long enough to see there was a spoon so, still focused on what she was reading, she shovelled a mouthful onto the spoon. Experience with barbarian food in the past had taught her it was best not to pay too much attention to what she was eating, anyway.
She put the food in her mouth and resisted the urge to spit it back out. She'd expected something disgusting, but at least she'd expected something hot and disgusting. This was cold and disgusting and tasted exactly like mud. Come to think of it, whatever he'd cooked up had ended up looking very much like mud too. Her eyes widened as she heard muffled laughter nearby and she lunged for the bowl and spat the mouthful back out.
"Mattes!" The laughter erupted and she heard two pairs of footsteps running down the stairs. "Pox rot you, you sarden festering fen-sucked bugnobbed looby!"