Hello. I've had time to cook the past few months – not everything's gone perfectly, but it's all edible, so I comfort myself with this fic. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Or much culinary taste.
Abby was nervous to say the least. She sat at the table which had been laid out with napkins, cutlery and a minute model of a generic alien holding a pink flower hostage, trying to resist the urge to leave.
One room away, Connor was cooking. Why she had agreed to this she wasn't sure, but it had seem like a gift at the time, an apology about breaking one of her rare flowers and it would have been rude to decline. Mind you, such politeness could lead to death by food poisoning, but at least, she'd die honourably, right?
Just when she decided to slip out, Connor came in and Abby thrust her handbag back down. Connor, completely unaware of her nerves, grinned widely as he presented her with a plate of food. Abby smiled back graciously and looked at the meal.
"Connor...?"
"Yep!" replied the scientist as he settled down opposite.
"Erm... what is this?" Abby picked up her fork and turned chunks of something over. The sauce was congealed and stuck to her fork like glue and the whole plate wasn't exactly steaming hot. "I don't recognise it, that's all."
"It's a pasta delicacy... sort of. Vegetarian pasta bake... I thought what with you liking animals so much, meat may not be the answer, so I played it safe." Abby felt guilty looking at the heap in front of her; obviously some thought had gone into this, even if it was slightly misguided. "Are you vegetarian? I didn't ask."
"No," admitted Abby. There was a pause, as Abby tried to conjure up some other comment. "It's very... purple." She swirled some of it round and picked up it up, trying not to reveal she was inspecting it closely. Connor had already had a couple of forkfuls and was chewing happily away.
"That's the aubergines. I could only find a big one in the shop and I didn't know what else to do with it, so I threw it all in." Abby tried to hide a grimace; aubergines were edible after all, but she was certain that it shouldn't produce food this colour. "It goes brilliantly with the cabbage and orange. Found out at Uni."
"...Orange?" Abby attempted a bite, but the smell of... she didn't want to guess, but it made her stomach turn in ugly ways. She tried to suppress the part of her which tried to point out humans had evolved not to eat anything which smelt like this. She summoned her courage and bit. The taste was bitter, sharp and over-powering, which hints of citrus.
"Yeah, I had some left over from dessert."
"What's dessert?" Abby managed around her mouthful which she chewing hurriedly in order to swallow.
"Orange cheesecake." Abby looked up with hopeful eyes; that sounded OK, surely. Connor leaned across with an excited glint in his eye. "In my own mint sauce."
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