Prompt: Spare
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Date Posted: 3/23/09

The scent of roasting meat hit his sensitive nose before he reached the door. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before, and it made his mouth water in anticipation. His sweet wife greeted him as he entered the house, helping him out of his jacket and kissing his jaw.

"What are you making for dinner? I missed lunch today, and whatever that is, it smells wonderful!"

Kagome beamed with pride. "I am trying something new! A friend of mine told me about this recipe and it sounded good. It isn't quite ready, but it will be soon. Why don't you relax with a drink before dinner? I have a nice red wine open..."

Sesshoumaru was disappointed he had to wait, but a glass of cabernet while he flipped through the mail and checked the computer would hold him for now. He followed her to the kitchen and took the glass she offered. The oven, though hot, was not the source of the enticing aroma. He looked at her questioningly.

Kagome giggled as she poured herself a glass and led him to the patio door.

"I bought a grill today! Our dinner is cooking under the cover."

Sesshoumaru was slightly alarmed his mate had apparently bought, assembled and fired up a grill. That was a male's domain, and she was known to be a little accident prone. Still, it seemed to be in order… no acrid smoke boiling from the cover, no flames shooting out, so he gave her the nod of approval she was looking for.

A short time later, she called him from the den to come and eat. He sat down and gazed with a curious eye at the pile of bones covered in sauce on his plate. "Where is it?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Kagome asked, confused. "Where is what?"

Sesshoumaru heaved a great sigh. He detested having to explain the obvious almost as much as repeating himself. "The meat appears to be missing. You have given me a plate with the bones."

A scowl briefly crossed her face as she explained. "These are spareribs. I spent all day on these."

Sesshoumaru disdainfully picked one up and held it before his discerning eye. "I can see why it is called 'spare' since there is nothing on it! Am I to gnaw these, like a common dog?"

Kagome, annoyed, raised one eyebrow in reply.

A/N: I love spare ribs, but it's a lot of mess for so little meat, LOL! Thanks for reading! :)