Oh boy it's already day 6. Days fly by and I still haven't written past day 10. Gotta hurry a bit!

Do you guys have an advent calendar? Mine this year is with tea so I get to enjoy a nice cuppa every morning, yaaay

For now, have a cuppa soup

It was rather rare for the whole Organization to be summoned, not in the conference hall, but in the dining hall. All twelve of them gathered around the table, staring at each other awkwardly, not quite sure why they were there. They weren't actually twelve, but eleven ; Lexaeus apparently couldn't be bothered to join the group, which, given how little he ever talked, wasn't such a noticeable loss for them.

Whispers could be heard across the table. On one end of the table, Larxene was looking at Marluxia, and the two of them talked in a low voice not to be heard, even though everyone could literally see them talking.

"So why do you think we've been summoned? And why aren't we starting now? I'm starving."

"I know as little as you do, I'm afraid. But I'm not sure being summoned here is a good omen. Maybe don't eat the food that's about to be served."

"Don't worry, I'll ask little Demyx here to taste my dishes first."

Although he didn't hear them, the musician looked at them nervously. He was looking at everyone nervously, actually. He had underperformed a lot lately, and wondered if that was the day they'd turn him into a Dusk. How did that work? Was it a spell, a potion? Would it be mixed into the wine? Had Xemnas decided this was the end of the Nobody Experiment and would poison them all?

Luxord seemed rather peaceful, as usual. He was shuffling a deck of card, looking bored. Axel had a similar expression, twisting in his chair, playing with his fork.

Saïx looked unreadable, very Saïx like. It was impossible to know whether or not he knew why they had all been summoned, or if he was the one who summoned them in the same place.

Vexen and Zexion were in the middle of a conversation about an experiment they'd been conducting, oblivious to the rest of them, not caring a bit about the odd meeting place.

Xaldin had his eyes closed, and might or might not be taking a nap. Xigbar was playing with his knife. And finally, Xemnas looked deep in thoughts like he always did.

When the main door of the dining hall finally opened, everyone held down their breath, and Lexaeus stepped in. In his hands, a massive pot was steaming and smelling absolutely delicious. The thing was probably burning hot and incredibly heavy, but he carried it like it was nothing, putting it on the table. Silence fell as everyone was staring at the pot, agape.

"Soup. I made soup. Please enjoy."

Dusks appeared to serve the soup to everyone who was still very confused about what was happening. No one moved, even though it smelled incredible, with notes of squash and curry, and a hint of cinnamon. Xemnas was the first one to plunge his spoon and try it.

"Good soup", he said in his usual deep, cryptic voice. Lexaeus nodded and sat at his seat. Not too sure if this was a trap or not, the other ones tried it carefully.

And they all had to admit that it was, indeed, some very good soup.

Good soup. Tell me you didn't read it in Xemnas's voice.

Tomorrow will be Messed up (for real, that's the prompt)