I hope you guys enjoy this one also, you guys are the best! I'm not sure if Meg really is a good/bad cook. Like I said, my observation skills are a little off. Lol.
It had been a month since Dan-Sensei's 'accident' and everyone more or less had put Meg's cooking behind. Well, of course, Meg didn't. She still couldn't believe why she was not a good cook. Her mother and sister were wonderful, making the best Japanese cuisine and sushi anyone could ever imagine.
So why couldn't she!
Meg decided to confront her mother for help.
"Mother, would you show me how to make some sushi?" Meg asked.
"Sure. It's very easy, just put in some rice wrapped in seaweed and top it off with some fish," her mother told her, not even looking up from her book.
"Thanks mom!"
Thirty Minutes Later…
Meg laughed happily as she pulled some seaweed from the salty ocean. "Wow, with these, the sushi must come out great, it has such a nice and purplish tone!" Tossing it in the basket, Meg proceeded to get fish.
Ten Minutes Later...
"Okay, let's see… here it is!" Meg watched the fish swim around in there own little tank for a second before going off to find someone to help her. She found one quite fast.
"Excuse me, may I have about six of those goldfishes in that tank?" she asked sweetly as the attendant bagged them and handed it to her. Meg had all the ingredients she needed! Rice was no problem because she had that at home! YAY!
An Hour Later…
"Wow, for once, Meg, they don't really look… toxic!" Kinta remarked, fiddling with a sushi in his hand. But what's with the purple and orange stuff?
Meg smiled, though she did falter at bit at the toxic part.
"Well, Ryu and I are not touching those," Kazuma clarified, Ryu slowly nodded his head in agreement.
"It's okay! Kinta and Kyu will try them, right?" Meg said sternly. Kinta just nodded with a goofed-up smile that clearly said 'Meg is an evil sadistic witch'. Kyu just smiled sheepishly and didn't do anything. At least he could dish out more of his lines!
"Well of course you will!" Meg exclaimed, deciding for them as she handed Kinta a sushi.
"Uh, Meg, I really shouldn't be-"
"EAT IT!" she demanded and like Kazuma, stuffed it into his mouth without second thought.
"Uh… I'll go call the hospital…" Ryu excused himself as he dashed for a phone the moment he saw Kinta start turning white, then green, then blue, then a lot more random colors.
"I'll-" Kazuma began, but was cut off by Kyu.
"GO INVESTIGATE!"
"Uh, sure…"
Ten Minutes Later…
"There are three hints!" Kyu, once again, dramatically announced. The others just sighed like always.
"Yeah, yeah… I thought I actually got it this time…" Meg whimpered, staring helplessly at her sushi.
"One: the remnants of bones and excess seaweed in Meg's trashcan, two: the strange, or should I say fishy, hahaha, joke there, (Meg: And we are so not laughing…) smell of the sushi, and three, Kinta's weird behavior right now. THERE IS ONLY ONE ANSWER!"
Everyone graoned, save Kinta who was sputtering random words that sounded awfully like curses. Kyu's lines, in their opinions, were so cliché, even though Ryu did admit he occasionally used them just for kicks.
"I am the culprit, I know, but still want to know how you went to check on my trashcan in ten minutes time," Meg sighed, bonking Kyu on the head like Kinta would have had if he weren't throwing up.
"Uh… th-that…"
"Meg, may I ask what you put in there?" Ryu questioned.
"Yeah, I want to know too." Kazuma agreed. Meg bit her bottom lip, but nonetheless answered.
"Um, seaweed, fish, and rice?"
"A bit more specific?" Kazuma suggested.
"Uh, seaweed I pulled from the ocean, goldfish I bought at the store, an rice from my house?" Meg tried. The two sane people looked at her with there jaw dangling. "Um, I wasn't suppose to do that?"
"You got seaweed directly from the ocean!" Ryu gaped.
"You use goldfishes!" Kazuma sighed, slapping his forehead with his palm.
"Um, that's right, I wasn't suppose to, was I?" Meg laughed nervously.
"MEG! YOU ARE THE CULPRIT!"
Silence…
"Kyu, we know, we know," Meg, Ryu, and Kazuma chorused. Kyu was just plain dejected.
Oh, why can't I cook ANYTHING right!