Prompt: Every week the monks have meals from each respective nationality, whether they like it or not. (Submitted by star-hanabi on tumblr/kitsykats on FFN.)
Shortly after their training had begun in earnest, Master Fung had issued another challenge for the young monks, in order to better strengthen the camaraderie between them: once a week, one of them would prepare a meal typical of their own home country. Adjustments had to be made, of course; Omi was a vegetarian, for example, and Clay wasn't quite able to adjust to meals in which rice was the main constituent, while Kimiko, ironically enough, harbored a surprisingly strong dislike for overly spicy foods and Raimundo still couldn't figure out how to properly work chopsticks at the dining table (which was probably why the Changing Chopsticks ranked very low on his list of preferred Shen Gong Wu), but for the most part, these meals had become the norm. While the first few meals had rather disastrous (and often inedible) results—leading even Master Fung to question whether the idea of these dinners had been a good one—the quality of the meals had improved drastically over time, and after a while were eagerly anticipated; even the senior most of the temple monks looked forward to the meal with mouths watering and stomachs rumbling.
After some time, even Jack Spicer was invited to these dinners, though he usually provided desert as opposed to an actual dish—the monks were surprised to learn that Jack was quite the confectionist when he showed up at the temple gates for his first dinner with two dozen homemade cannolis packed neatly into a clear plastic box.
"You're Italian?" Kimiko had asked skeptically.
Jack shrugged. "Don't know about Italian, but I'm a little bit of everything that's in north-western Europe, according to my folks." He held up the box. "Cannoli, anyone?"