Monday
Bobby was sleeping soundly when Beast bounded into his room.
"Wake up dear Robert for the dawn has come and the day is new. You and I have breakfast duty this morning!" Hank was cheerful and ready to start.
"Go away." Bobby moaned pulling the blankets over his head and turned away from his friend.
"I had feared that you might have a disagreement about getting up so…" He grabbed Bobby around the waist, bounded into the bathroom, and threw him into a tub of water. "Allez oop!"
"Agghhhh!!" Bobby yelled and sputtered water. "Okay, I'm up!!" He wrung out his pajamas, "geez Hank!"
"I shall meet you in the kitchen and I hope a repeat of this feat will not be necessary." He grinned and strode out the door.
Bobby changed into some dry clothes and headed to the kitchen.
"So Bobby," Beast asked his friend when he had joined him, "What sort of dish can you make?"
"Well," Said Bobby and began ticking off on his fingers, "I can make cereal, toast, pop-tarts, frozen waffles, and…did I mention toast and cereal?"
Beast sighed, "we shall make bacon and scrambled eggs, you can make the eggs." He went to the fridge and pulled out the ingredients. "Simply crack the eggs in a bowl beat and heat."
"Sounds easy. Ok buddy you got it." Iceman gave Hank a mock salute and began cracking eggs. Hank heated up the pans and started the bacon.
"Eggs are ready." Bobby said and presented the bowl of yellow liquid.
"Good, just pour it into the pan and stir every now and again. Watch my bacon while I take a…em, bathroom break." Beast left and Bobby began cooking the eggs.
"Geez this much food is gonna take forever." He mused, "Unless…" He looked at the stove and adjusted the heat on the bacon and eggs. The food began to sizzle in response. "Now were cookin!" He crowed, "Ow!!" He yelped as the bacon began to pop. "Hey! Ow!" He tried to reach over and turn down the flame when suddenly the pan burst into flame.
"HOLY CRAP!!!" He yelled, "Ok, don't panic, I know your not supposed to throw water on a grease fire. But, what do I use?" He frantically searched about and saw the huge canister marked flour. "Bingo!" He grabbed the can and dumped the contents all over the stove.
FWOOOOSHHH!!!!! The entire stove and nearby counter burst into flame.
"AGGGGHHHHH FIRRRRREEEEE!!!!!" Iceman thrust his hands in front of him and ice formed over the entire area. Seeing the flames had ceased he began panting and wearily muttered, "That was kinda cool."
Beast walked in and Bobby whirled to face him, "WHAT HAPPENED?!" The blue mutant yelled in shock.
"I, I…grease fire." Iceman stammered. Cyclops burst in the door behind Beast.
"What's going on here?! What's all the yelling?!"
The two friends looked at each other and shrugged. Then they looked back at Cyclops and in unison replied, "Breakfast."
Cyclops sighed and left.
"You get the bowls and I'll make the toast?" Bobby said, grabbing a loaf of bread.
"Cold cereal and toast it is!" Beast said cheerfully.
It was that evening and Scott was going mad trying to find Logan and Gambit. He had cleaned up the mess and fixed the stove from Iceman and Beast's breakfast fiasco and was now searching for the two black sheep of his team. The two were scheduled for dinner duty but had yet to report to the kitchen. He passed by the rec room and saw Gambit watching TV.
"Gambit!" He yelled and approached the Cajun, "You and Logan are supposed to cook tonight. Where is he?"
"Gambit and Logan agreed dat we be havin pizza tonight, so he gone lookin for coupons."
"You can't do that!" Cyclops protested, "The point is for the two of you to work together."
"But we are homme." Gambit replied coolly, "He be lookin for de coupons and Gambit watch de TV for any ads."
"Got the coupons Cajun." Logan said walking in with an ad sheet in hand.
"NO!" Cyclops yelled, "You two have to make something. Now the rest of the team and I are going to be in the danger room so that should give you two plenty of time to whip something up." He abruptly turned and walked out, not listening to the other men's protests.
"Guess we gotta make somethin." Logan growled and headed for the kitchen, Gambit close behind.
"So what should we make Mon Ami?" Gambit asked leaning against a counter.
"Well I can make chili, or steak, or stew." Wolverine headed to the fridge and sniffed around. "Course we ain't got ingredients for any o' those things." Gambit approached and looked around.
"Humph. Der ain't noting Gambit can make neither."
"What about gumbo?" Logan asked, "You can make that with anything."
"Der ain't no okra, or shrimp, or crawdad. How Gambit suppose t'make gumbo wif out dose tings?"
"Hey ease up, I ain't the one that does the shoppin round here." Logan said defensively.
"Yeah? Why don you make yo chili wif dat stuff in der?"
"We ain't got no beans or chili meat." Logan growled. "So what're we supposed to do hmm Cajun?"
"Oh, Gambit sposed to be de one wif all de answers den?"
"Sorry, my mistake. I confused ya with someone who had any skills whatsoever."
"Gambit got more skills den you little man." Gambit took a threatening step forward.
"Bein a thief don't count as a skill swamp rat." Logan matched Gambit's step and clenched his fist.
"Well if bein an animal counts as skills den you got Gambit der savage." Gambit spat back.
SNIKT! Wolverine popped his claws.
FSSZZ! Gambit charged a card.
One hour later.
Bobby walked into the kitchen to see what smelled so good.
"Hey what's cook…ing." His jaw dropped and he looked around the trashed kitchen turned war zone.
Gambit stood over the stove stirring sauce. His coat was shredded, his eye was black and he was obviously favoring his right leg. On the other side of the kitchen Wolverine sat on the counter top. His clothes had burn marks, his lip was busted but healing, and he was pulling pieces of counter tile out of his forearm. The cabinet doors hung by a single hinge or not at all, claw marks and craters scarred the surface of the counter tops and even the refrigerator was blown open and cut into.
Despite the chaos an egg timer went off with a pleasant "Ding!" and Logan got up and began draining noodles off the stove.
"So," Bobby began again, "what's for dinner."
Without turning around the two answered, "Spaghetti."
Dinner was over and everyone had cleared his or her plates except for Cyclops and Jean.
"Well that was great!" Cyclops beamed, "I knew those two could work together. I can't believe I've never thought of this before."
Jean smiled and patted his shoulder as she rose with her plate, "I take it you haven't seen the kitchen yet."
Well that's Monday for ya. Anyhoo want to know what the rest of the week's gonna be like, that is if Cyclops continues with this great idea of his, then stay tuned. Oh PS let me know who you think should pair up and I'll see about using it ok, thanks.