Chapter 7: The refreshments
Quina was sitting at the counter looking at the various flavors of cake in their boxes. He would've been cooking, except he had a big problem, which was the fact that he only had one big bowl, and only two big cake pans, after the little incident where he tried to cook a frog-and-strawberry soufflé with his cookware. It was bad enough that he'd lost almost all of his bowls and pans, but the soufflé collapsed, and he remembered he'd forgotten to take the innards out of the frogs when they squirted all over him, causing him to eat his apron to get the frogs off. He thought about how he could cook them all and still have enough time to get it to the party.
"I know! I cook all flavors in one big bowl together! That way, everyone happy! And I get cake to party in time!"
Quina started opening boxes, and prided himself on his "great" idea.
Freya walked down the street, with the puppy in the bag, still growling and fighting. It was trying to break from the bag, possibly to tear her up for sticking him in the tiny burlap sack, which smelled like cabbage. As she walked, she sang:
~Ninety-nine dead baboons sitting in my living room.~
She spotted a red-haired man with a large chocobo up ahead. He was frantically looking around for something, and seemed scared. Freya suddenly knew who it was.
"Amarant? What are you doing? Did you steal that chocobo?"
"No, I paid for it, but now the shopkeeper is looking for me since I fed the mice to the snakes; and staged a huge four-way war between the cats, birds, dogs, and fish"
"That was you? That's better than the time you went into Toys 'r' Us and staged a huge fight spanning one aisle between the X men and the Ninja Turtles."
"Yeah, but no one got hurt that time."
"Unless you count the guy who went to the hospital with Wolverine's claws lodged in his brain."
"Yeah. Can you help me?"
"Sure."
Just then, a sound was heard. Amarant dashed around the corner and hid. It was the shopkeeper, and boy, was he pissed. He turned to Freya. "Did you see a man with red dreadlocks go by here? I'm trying to find him so I can kick his ass!"
"I haven't seen anyone." She said. But a guy with a chocobo DID go that wa- "
"Which way did he go?"
"He went down main street."
"Thanks!"
And he was off. Freya turned to face Amarant.
"Since You need protection, I'll walk with you to the party."
"I was gonna go to the bar first and have a few drinks."
"You are NOT going to go to the party tanked."
"Okay."
And off they went.
Quina was mixing various cake mixes in one bowl together. Among them were chocolate-chocolate chip, yellow, and frog. As the mixes mixed into a disgusting gray blob, Quina went to work on the frosting. Once again, he was mixing every flavor of frosting in the kitchen together. The frosting looked like a gray booger. He was going to put sprinkles on it, and he was mixing Christmas, Halloween, rainbow, pastel, red hot, and chocolate sprinkles on top of the cake.
"Quina cook good cake that everyone like." He said. "Quina cook hollandaise after this."
He continued cooking the frankencake.
Garnet was strolling down the road with the video in her purse, wrapped and ready for the party. She was singing as she went:
"~Sakura, Sakura~"
She noticed a familiar figure in rusty armor up ahead.
"Steiner, what are you doing out here?"
"I went to get Vivi's present"
"What did you get him?" "It has a weird title. M-N-M or something like that."
"You....got him an Eminem CD?"
"Yes, why?"
"I Don't know how to tell you this."
"Yes?"
"It's probably really gonna piss you off since no one told you."
"Yes?"
"Are you ready for this?"
"Yes."
She sighed. "Vivi doesn't own a CD player."
"AW, DAMN! Oh, well, I can give him mine. I scratched all my CD's from trying to clean the food and crap off them with steel wool, anyway."
"You're taking this well."
I know, now let's get to that party.
Quina looked at the finished cake. The frosting and cake were gray, the sprinkles were a haphazard rainbow of candy, and the candles weren't all the same kind.
"Quina no make cake before. Only fine cuisine!" he said.
He looked over the cake.
"Quina do good!" he said, and began to cook the hollandaise.
But nobody was prepared for what awaited in the next chapter.
Quina was sitting at the counter looking at the various flavors of cake in their boxes. He would've been cooking, except he had a big problem, which was the fact that he only had one big bowl, and only two big cake pans, after the little incident where he tried to cook a frog-and-strawberry soufflé with his cookware. It was bad enough that he'd lost almost all of his bowls and pans, but the soufflé collapsed, and he remembered he'd forgotten to take the innards out of the frogs when they squirted all over him, causing him to eat his apron to get the frogs off. He thought about how he could cook them all and still have enough time to get it to the party.
"I know! I cook all flavors in one big bowl together! That way, everyone happy! And I get cake to party in time!"
Quina started opening boxes, and prided himself on his "great" idea.
Freya walked down the street, with the puppy in the bag, still growling and fighting. It was trying to break from the bag, possibly to tear her up for sticking him in the tiny burlap sack, which smelled like cabbage. As she walked, she sang:
~Ninety-nine dead baboons sitting in my living room.~
She spotted a red-haired man with a large chocobo up ahead. He was frantically looking around for something, and seemed scared. Freya suddenly knew who it was.
"Amarant? What are you doing? Did you steal that chocobo?"
"No, I paid for it, but now the shopkeeper is looking for me since I fed the mice to the snakes; and staged a huge four-way war between the cats, birds, dogs, and fish"
"That was you? That's better than the time you went into Toys 'r' Us and staged a huge fight spanning one aisle between the X men and the Ninja Turtles."
"Yeah, but no one got hurt that time."
"Unless you count the guy who went to the hospital with Wolverine's claws lodged in his brain."
"Yeah. Can you help me?"
"Sure."
Just then, a sound was heard. Amarant dashed around the corner and hid. It was the shopkeeper, and boy, was he pissed. He turned to Freya. "Did you see a man with red dreadlocks go by here? I'm trying to find him so I can kick his ass!"
"I haven't seen anyone." She said. But a guy with a chocobo DID go that wa- "
"Which way did he go?"
"He went down main street."
"Thanks!"
And he was off. Freya turned to face Amarant.
"Since You need protection, I'll walk with you to the party."
"I was gonna go to the bar first and have a few drinks."
"You are NOT going to go to the party tanked."
"Okay."
And off they went.
Quina was mixing various cake mixes in one bowl together. Among them were chocolate-chocolate chip, yellow, and frog. As the mixes mixed into a disgusting gray blob, Quina went to work on the frosting. Once again, he was mixing every flavor of frosting in the kitchen together. The frosting looked like a gray booger. He was going to put sprinkles on it, and he was mixing Christmas, Halloween, rainbow, pastel, red hot, and chocolate sprinkles on top of the cake.
"Quina cook good cake that everyone like." He said. "Quina cook hollandaise after this."
He continued cooking the frankencake.
Garnet was strolling down the road with the video in her purse, wrapped and ready for the party. She was singing as she went:
"~Sakura, Sakura~"
She noticed a familiar figure in rusty armor up ahead.
"Steiner, what are you doing out here?"
"I went to get Vivi's present"
"What did you get him?" "It has a weird title. M-N-M or something like that."
"You....got him an Eminem CD?"
"Yes, why?"
"I Don't know how to tell you this."
"Yes?"
"It's probably really gonna piss you off since no one told you."
"Yes?"
"Are you ready for this?"
"Yes."
She sighed. "Vivi doesn't own a CD player."
"AW, DAMN! Oh, well, I can give him mine. I scratched all my CD's from trying to clean the food and crap off them with steel wool, anyway."
"You're taking this well."
I know, now let's get to that party.
Quina looked at the finished cake. The frosting and cake were gray, the sprinkles were a haphazard rainbow of candy, and the candles weren't all the same kind.
"Quina no make cake before. Only fine cuisine!" he said.
He looked over the cake.
"Quina do good!" he said, and began to cook the hollandaise.
But nobody was prepared for what awaited in the next chapter.