January 24: Eskimo Pie Patent Day
"Thank God for kidou. I'd really be up shit's creek without it." Matsumoto was heating up the pot of soup with a basic kidou spell. With the kitchen remodeled to nothing but electric during blackouts it was the worse thing to ever exist. For the last hour the power was out. Buildings were all dark and spooky. It was only during the last twelve minutes the heating during another winter blizzard went.
Being cold and hungry second set out to make something warm to eat. Other had similar ideas. A group from her division made hot cocoa. "Pass the marshmallows was hollered every so often." Various pots of oatmeal came into view. From brown sugar with maple to Strawberries and crème one couldn't choose just one. Guess Matsumoto was the only one who thought of soup.
It was twenty minutes later Matsumoto was finishing her fourth bowl of soup. "That hit the spot." She licked her lips and noticed her captain come in. "Captain there still some soup in the pot if you like some." The bubbly vixen stated watching her captain head to the fridge.
To Matsumoto disgust the Captain pull out of the freeze the last eskimo pie. Ripping off the package he never noticed his second gaze. He walked off with the sickle in his mouth.
"YOU'RE CRAZY!"