Cooking
"I didn't know you could cook, Doc", Lightning commented, trying not to let his surprise show as he entered the team's hotel room to find his crew chief doing just that.
"Yeah, well, we can't just live off burgers, fries and fried chicken while we're on the road", Doc pointed out, eyeing the chicken carefully.
"Is it nearly ready?!" Fudge demanded. "I'm starving!" Six-year-olds are not exactly known for their patience.
"Fudgie!" Luigi scolded.
"All right..." Doc got everyone's attention as he slid the last piece of chicken onto the last plate. "Dinner's ready!"
Fudge stampeded towards Doc and took her plate. The grownups receives their food in a much more calm, mature manner.
Everyone was quick to dig in since it was kind of late by then. However. Fudge spat hers out right away.
"YUCK!" she shouted. Six-year-olds aren't known for being tactful either.
"Fudge!" Luigi admonished her again.
But she was right. Doc had just made chicken and vegetables, but nobody was sure how he managed to make it taste so disgusting.
Judging by the look on Doc's face when he took a bite, Lightning thought it was safe to assume his crew chief wouldn't object as he reached for the takeout menus.