Chapter 3: Sweet Temptation
The next day, Misty rose early to begin her... "work". Mackwell soon followed, as did the rest of the team, except Mayu.
Misty finished writing out her "prescription" and went to speak with Mackwell. "Mackwell," she greeted, Mackwell looked up, "Lear," he answered. Misty linked her arm around his, "Mackwell... Would you be a dear and do me a favor?" Mackwell raised an eyebrow at her, "I can't exactly work with a clingy colleague." She removed herself from him, "What is it you want?" Misty grinned cunningly, "I want you to make this," she handed him the paper. He read it over slowly, blood rushed to his face, "This is-" Misty put a finger over his lips, "Shh, I realize that, but my... friend, needs some help." Mackwell rolled his eyes, "Remind me not to leave an open drink in your presence." Misty snicker, "So you'll help me?"
"Come on Lear, even you could take this on single handedly."
Misty rolled her eyes, "You obviously don't understand my current situation. Look, take care of this, and I'll-" she bent over and whispered something in his ear
Mackwell blushed again, "... I'll get right on it."
Mayu blinked several times as the sun poked through the curtains. She yawned and stretched, "Morning." Mayu looked over at the other side of the room, "Oh, morning Lias." He sat on a pile of blankets and pillows, a makeshift bed. His long hair falling about his shoulders as he adjusted his... hat... He tucked a small tool used for chiseling things into iron into one of the folds of his hat. "Ooh, fashionable and functional!" Lias chuckled, "I suppose so."
Fayt, or "The Commissioner" was planned to arrive that afternoon. Mayu grabbed her "lucky ladel" and got started on recreating the...stew...stuff... she made the night before; but after several attempts- no dice. Misty came by after seeing Mayu's apparent anxiety. "Is something the matter?" Mayu sighed deeply, "I can't seem to get this stew or whatever-you-call-it right." Misty put her hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm sure when the time comes, everything will fall into place." A new wave of determination came over Mayu, "Yes!"
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The cook off was to take place in the living quarters of the workshop so any other work could be conducted in the workshop if need be. Peppita stood at the end of a long table with a mock-mircrophone (a small piece of wood), "Welcome everyone to the 4th annual Airyglyph cook off! And now a word from our sponsor!" Peppita bounded over to Fayt and handed the "mic" to him "Uh... um.. today's judges are: Albel Nox, myself, and returning champion, Nel Zelpher." Nel shook her head, "I wouldn't really say 'Champ', there wasn't much competition to begin with..." Mayu burned with rage, SHE JUST CALLED ME A BAD COOK! Her eyes immediatly went to Albel, he smirked at her, she knew what he wanted... Chocolate Cake. "Don't worry about Mayu, Lord! I will do my best!" Everyone gave them a blank stare, "Don't lose." was all Albel could say before pushing the hair out of his eyes.
Peppita laughed nervously to break the silence, "And our competitors today are: Mayu, Rigel and, Sophia!" Mayu's eyes grew wide, RIGEL? OF ALL PEOPLE, RIGEL?
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That's it for Chapter 3. I'll get started on Chapter 4 right away for you, my ADORING FANS!... ;- lawl