Title: Dinner at Logan's
Disclaimer: DA belongs to JC and CE
Author: Linda Eastman
Author Notes: Thank you Black Rose for beta-reading this fic!!
Max entered Logan's penthouse and smelt a strange aroma hanging in the air. Curious of what Logan was making for dinner she made her way into the kicthen and lifted the cover from the pot.
'Yuck! What the hell is this?' Thought Max looking into the pot with horror; something slimy was floating in it, along with water that smelt like wine.
"You know, it is against the rules of etiquette for the guest to hide herself from her host." Logan said, amused. Max turned around her eyes twinkling.
"I'm so sorry sir, I promise it won't happen again. Please can you forgive me?" Max replied with a British accent.
"Of course I will my lady," Logan replied sounding equally British.
He studied Max's face for a moment and when he next spoke there was no accent. "Don't you like what's in the pot?"
"Like it? Hell I don't even know what its supposed to be!" she replied, repulsed.
"It's mussels in a white wine sauce." He told her grinning. "Really D-E-L-I- C-I-O-U-S!"
"I think I'll have to pass on this one"
"Oh no Max you are definitely not! These mussels cost me more then a painting by Picasso!"
"Ok." Max relented. "I guess trying them wont hurt."
"Good." Logan was satisfied.
Max set the table while Logan cooked French fries. One thing he had quickly learned early on, was that you never trusted an X5 in the kitchen. The first time he had let Max help him, he had almost had to call the fire brigade. Luckily for him he had a fire extinguisher.
He placed the cooked dish onto the table. The table was just perfect. Max had found some candles; they made it so much more romantic.
Max looked at her plate, some of those slimy things Logan called mussels were pale while others were a mustard colour. They also had this really icky green stuff inside of them.
"I'm not sure if I even wanna know this, but what is this green stuff inside the mussel?"
"You are not supposed to dissect the mussel Max. And if you really wanna know it think it's the seaweed they ate." (BR laughs out loud)
Max dropped the mussel onto her plate and looked in horror at Logan.
"Not only am I eating something that's poking its tongue out at me," she said pointing at the little brown thing hanging outside the mussel, "but I'm also eating seaweed that's already been digested?"
"If you say it like that, yes you are." Logan told her, fork half way to his mouth. "Tell me when you've finished your scientific research then I can continue eating."
"Done." Max picked up her plate and walked to the kitchen, about to throw everything in the trashcan.
"You are not gonna waste that food without even trying to eat one!" Logan said a bit angry at Max's childish behaviour.
She walked back to the table and sat down.
Slowly she picked up a mussel from her plate and held it in the air. After studying the mussel she layed it on her plate. Max took her knife and removed the mussel's tongue, after that she the opened the mussel and removed it's stomach and everything else that was inside of it.
Logan could barely stop himself from bursting out into a loud laughter, to him Max looked like a surgeon who was opperating. After making sure that the mussel was complete empty she ate it.
"Tried it, hate it." She emptied her plate in the trashcan and went back to the table. "Anyway I have to go. Promised Cindy to be back early so we could hang at Crash."
"Okay, next time I'll make chicken and I'll make sure that all the intestines are gone before you have to operate on the chicken and we have nothing left to eat." Logan said grinning at Max.
"Deal, or I'll bring my own dinner with me." Max replied.
"Take care."
"I always do." She said, leaving.
Max entered Logan's penthouse and smelt a strange aroma hanging in the air. Curious of what Logan was making for dinner she made her way into the kicthen and lifted the cover from the pot.
'Yuck! What the hell is this?' Thought Max looking into the pot with horror; something slimy was floating in it, along with water that smelt like wine.
"You know, it is against the rules of etiquette for the guest to hide herself from her host." Logan said, amused. Max turned around her eyes twinkling.
"I'm so sorry sir, I promise it won't happen again. Please can you forgive me?" Max replied with a British accent.
"Of course I will my lady," Logan replied sounding equally British.
He studied Max's face for a moment and when he next spoke there was no accent. "Don't you like what's in the pot?"
"Like it? Hell I don't even know what its supposed to be!" she replied, repulsed.
"It's mussels in a white wine sauce." He told her grinning. "Really D-E-L-I- C-I-O-U-S!"
"I think I'll have to pass on this one"
"Oh no Max you are definitely not! These mussels cost me more then a painting by Picasso!"
"Ok." Max relented. "I guess trying them wont hurt."
"Good." Logan was satisfied.
Max set the table while Logan cooked French fries. One thing he had quickly learned early on, was that you never trusted an X5 in the kitchen. The first time he had let Max help him, he had almost had to call the fire brigade. Luckily for him he had a fire extinguisher.
He placed the cooked dish onto the table. The table was just perfect. Max had found some candles; they made it so much more romantic.
Max looked at her plate, some of those slimy things Logan called mussels were pale while others were a mustard colour. They also had this really icky green stuff inside of them.
"I'm not sure if I even wanna know this, but what is this green stuff inside the mussel?"
"You are not supposed to dissect the mussel Max. And if you really wanna know it think it's the seaweed they ate." (BR laughs out loud)
Max dropped the mussel onto her plate and looked in horror at Logan.
"Not only am I eating something that's poking its tongue out at me," she said pointing at the little brown thing hanging outside the mussel, "but I'm also eating seaweed that's already been digested?"
"If you say it like that, yes you are." Logan told her, fork half way to his mouth. "Tell me when you've finished your scientific research then I can continue eating."
"Done." Max picked up her plate and walked to the kitchen, about to throw everything in the trashcan.
"You are not gonna waste that food without even trying to eat one!" Logan said a bit angry at Max's childish behaviour.
She walked back to the table and sat down.
Slowly she picked up a mussel from her plate and held it in the air. After studying the mussel she layed it on her plate. Max took her knife and removed the mussel's tongue, after that she the opened the mussel and removed it's stomach and everything else that was inside of it.
Logan could barely stop himself from bursting out into a loud laughter, to him Max looked like a surgeon who was opperating. After making sure that the mussel was complete empty she ate it.
"Tried it, hate it." She emptied her plate in the trashcan and went back to the table. "Anyway I have to go. Promised Cindy to be back early so we could hang at Crash."
"Okay, next time I'll make chicken and I'll make sure that all the intestines are gone before you have to operate on the chicken and we have nothing left to eat." Logan said grinning at Max.
"Deal, or I'll bring my own dinner with me." Max replied.
"Take care."
"I always do." She said, leaving.