For Gumnut. This one is a little NSFW - implied only, nothing graphic.

'Grrr'

Alan held a hand to his stomach as it growled at him. Loudly. He patted it as he left his barren room in pursuit of food. Real food.

The kind his brothers would have.

He'd depleted his own stash several days ago. Now, with some of his brothers off the island, Alan was on the prowl.

The only room he didn't consider investigating was Gordon's. Celery crunch bars were not his thing, plus his brother's room was basically a biohazard anyway.

Three rooms to choose from and he struck gold with the first one. The mini-fridge was locked, as was both normal and necessary in their family, but on the side were three unlabelled jars of what looked like chocolate spread next to a bowl of strawberries.

Mouth watering at the thought of chocolate on toast, he lifted the lids to see what was there.

Milk chocolate with a hint of orange.

White chocolate and mint.

Dark chocolate with lavender.

Weird combinations, but Alan was so hungry he didn't care. The milk one was used, some weird pattern in the jar, but the white and dark chocolate ones were untouched. Meh, he'd have a pile of toast and see which ones tasted the best.

Alan collected the three jars and decamped to the kitchen where he placed them on the table ready while he made his pile of toast. As he waited Gordon and Scott walked in, fresh from their whatever the hell they got up to, Gordon going to the fridge and grabbing the orange juice and Scott grabbing some fruit. They slid into seats next to Alan.

'Whatcha got there, Al?'

'Just toast and chocolate spread, Gords.'

'Chocolate spread? Neat! Haven't had that in ages!'

'I didn't know we had chocolate spread. Maybe I should make some pancakes.'

'Now you're talking, Scott! How about pancakes, Al?'

'Um, ok.'

Scott grabbed the jars and got busy making pancakes while his two youngest brothers chatted. While the mound steadily grew Virgil came back from his trip to the mainland as John also arrived – pancakes from big brother being a big enough draw.

As the two newcomers settled at the table and chat continued around them, Scott turned his attention to the jars of chocolate spread. He opened the milk one…and stared.

'Al, where did you get these jars from?'

'Um…'

'Alan?'

'Imayhavegotthemfromvirgilsroom.'

Virgil's head shot up, and then the rest of his body followed when he saw the jar in Scott's hands, flushing bright red and striding over to snatch the jar off his brother. He swept the other jars up and stormed off, to the surprise of his youngest two and amused smirks on the oldest two.

'What did I do?'

Alan was puzzled, and Gordon equally so. John and Scott shared a glance before Scott got busy, grabbing the syrup and marshmallow fluff while John got more bananas and blueberries.

Virgil didn't rejoin them, so Scott saved him some pancakes. Once the impromptu meal was over John and Gordon retired to the den to put a movie on, and Alan cornered Scott.

'What was with the jars of chocolate, Scott?'

'That's something you really need to ask Virgil about.'

'Why?'

'Well…you saw the marks in the chocolate, right?'

'Yes.'

'Did you know what they were?'

'No.'

'Let's just say that those particular jars of chocolate are not for, um, well.'

'What are they for, Scott?'

'Painting. Virgil paints with them.'

'He…paints with them? What does he paint with chocolate?'

'Um, not what, Al, it's who, and this is a discussion I'd really rather not be having.'

Scott's ears were red as he finished speaking, and it took a moment for Alan to realise what his brother was talking about. He flushed as scarlet as the subject of their discussion did.

'Ohhh…gross.'

Recipe:

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