Title: For Sale and Sold
Rating: G
Description: ARC's charity box lunch auction
Disclaimer: For fun only. I don't own Primeval.
Author's Note: Two related drabbles of one hundred words each. If you don't know, a box/picnic lunch auction is where ladies made a lunch and boxed it up. The men would bet on the lunch, and then eat it with whoever packed it. Girls would tell their boyfriends which was theirs. Becker and Jess not in a relationship. Written for Primeval 100's challenge: for sale.
For Sale
"A boxed lunch auction?" asked Lester.
"For charity," said Jess.
"Sounds sexist," said Abby.
"It's fun," said Jess. "The guys aren't supposed to know who packed the boxes, but everyone gives hints."
"Hints?" asked Lester.
"Connor knows I use dolphin-free tuna so he'd bid on a box with those sandwiches," said Abby.
"I'd add something obvious, just in case," said Lester. "Something geeky."
The ladies laughed.
" I will simply tell Matt which is mine," said Emily.
"My lunch will clearly say "Jess," not literally. Writing isn't allowed."
"Hoping a certain Captain buys it?" asked Abby.
Jess blushed.
Sold
"Matt wins the Victorian lunch by Miss Emily."
"Fix!"
"Really, Connor?" asked Matt. "Who would guess Abby packed safe tuna and Star Wars cupcakes?"
"Next is a bright floral basket with 'lots of chocolate.' How nutritious."
Jess nudged Becker,.
"Bids? Anyone?"
Jess paled.
"I'm sure there's more than chocolate inside."
"It's OK, Lester," said Jess sadly.
"I'll bid."
"I don't want pity, Becker."
"After his hard work? Eat with him, Jess."
"Huh?"
"He threatened everyone so they wouldn't bid," said Matt.
She smiled.
"I admit nothing. Shall we eat?"
She giggled. "Sold."
"That's my line, Miss Parker."
The End