Phase 2: The chocolate mousse
By shadows/of/flame
The authoress decides that last chapter, Rikku had taken enough of a punishment when it came to the cream, and instead stuck her on chocolate mousse duty.
"NO!" the readers cry, knowing the inevidable will happen.
But nothing is inevidable. Not when you have chocolate mousse.
Yet again, it was another fine morning on the eve of another wedding, this time, it was Tidus and Yunas.
And thankfully, Tidus' nose had healed enough so it no longer looked like a huge tomato.
This time around, much to the relief of Rikku and Auron, there was no Yuna to boss everyone around, aaaand the black carpet was (mysteriously enough) missing.
The readers are not surprised at this turn of events - er, I mean, at this turn of carpet either.
Rikku was in the kitchen, expertly whipping up a nice batch of chocolate mousse to go with the fruit salad, when Lulu fell face first down the stairs.
Now, don't get me wrong, Lulu was one of good balance and posture, but today, she was not.
And yet again, chaos ensued.
The blonde girl sighed as everyone rushed to Lulu, making sure she was alright - she had only fallen face first down the stairs! She'd be fine! They were SO over reacting.
But of course, Lulu being the drama queen she was, HAD to lie down and rest before her side of the wedding preparations went ahead.
So, the kitchen (and yet again, the food) was left up to Rikku.
Wakka ran around like a headless chicken, wondering whether or not his wife was ALIVE, and BREATHING.
'Of course she is alive you dimwit.' Rikku thought to herself as she over-whipped the mousse and made it more into a thick paste. 'Otherwise she'd be dead.'
The readers watch intently as Rikku continues to mak chocolate mousse, unable to realise just at that very momentthat chocolate mousse led to utter trouble.
Well, they would know it later.
Yet again, strangely enough - GASP! Auron waltzed into the kitchen, watching Rikkus mousse-making abilities with unusual intent and focus.
"Auron, WHY are you intently focusing on my chocolate mousse like that? It'll melt." Rikku whinged, pulling it away from his glaring eyes... er, eye.
"Chocolate mousse can't melt." he said bemusedly, looking away from the grenade target that Rikku was embedding into his forehead with her eyes.
"If I say so, it can! And if you glare at it any longer, it will!"
"Now you're being childish!"
"Stop quoting Wakka! Stupid Al Bhed haters!" Rikku exclaimed, stamping her feet on the ground like an angry child.
"AAAH!" the readers scream, running for shelter. "ANGRY CHILD ON THE LOOSE!"
Rikku glares at the readers, creating targets on THEIR foreheads AS WELL!
"I am not a child!"
"You are so!"
Auron and Rikku glared at each other, and if looks could kill, there would be a lone bowl of chocolate mousse lying on the floor, with two smoking piles of ash either side of it.
"Rikku, just give up. You ARE a child." the red coated guardian said, amusedly flicking a non existant fleck of dust off said coat.
"I'm fifteen! Thats TEENAGER to you!"
"Hmph. Kids these days."
"How many times do I have to say it! I AM NOT A KID!"
This quarreling went on for a long time, and Rikku had set down the bowl of brown goop to let insults fly at Auron with both hands.
Yes, insults fly with hands.
Eventually, Auron had had enough of her hand flying insults, and shoved her backwards...
... Into the chocolate mousse.
"SEE! WE KNEW IT WOULDN"T END PRETTILY!"
The authoress just shakes her head, and sentences the readers to a life of reading Sin/Seymour if they didn't finish reading the story.
Ew. A life of Sin/Seymour. That scared enough people, ey?
Rikku stood up, chocolate mousse dripping off her clothes in lumps, and Auron just gaped.
"What did you just do?" she asked in a dangerous voice suggesting she wanted to throw Auron off the nearest roof right about now, and hear him smush all over the ground at the bottom.
"I... pushed you into the chocolate mousse?"
The readers now fear for Yunas bright, white carpet, which was sitting innocently on the floor in the next room...
Well, it was sitting innocently on the floor like a white dog, until Rikku was so pissed off, that she tackled Auron, and the two went rolling into the room with said carpet sitting innocently in it, chocolate mousse stains soon covering nearly the whole surface.
Which means that the white carpet is no longer white.
Oh no. The readers fear for the pairs lives, because no doubtedly, Yuna would see the mess, and no doubtedly, Yuna would freak out at the mess they had made.
And a Yuna, right after her wedding, coming in to see her second lot of carpet ruined by exactly the same people as before, would not be a happy Yuna.
And a not very happy Yuna would not be a very happy sight to see.
For the carpet now resembled Wakkas grotesque striped bed spread.
Oh dear.