Pickles and Toast
A/N: This is the only part that was not written for gw500. I thought of this while having a conversation with my mother and, of course, eating pickles and toast. Oh, and I forgot the disclaimer to the first chapter, sorry. So here it is:
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Plain and Simple.
"No. Absolutely not."
"Aw, come on, just try it. It's really good!"
Duo shook his head. "Contrary to popular belief, I am not a human garbage can. I happen to like the finer points of culinary art. And, quite frankly, I'm surprised you're even eating it, let alone suggesting I try it."
Quatre frowned as he held out the food in question to his fellow pilot. "Well contrary to popular belief, I don't only drink tea and eat 'rich people' food. I happen to like the common man's cuisine quite well."
"Well excuse me for making assumptions," Duo said sarcastically.
While the cafeteria aboard the Peacemillion was open and well stocked, there was no one to cook the food or serve it, so it was everyman for himself. Quatre had been the first person to try experimenting with various food groups and was now trying to coax Duo into sampling one of his concoctions.
Trowa walked into the kitchen just in time to see Duo flat out refuse Quatre's culinary invention.
"Trowa, could you please talk your buddy into eating something sensible?" Duo jokingly said to Trowa.
"Well, seeing as how you've spent more time with him than I have, I think you're more qualified for that title." He looked over at the plate that held questionable item. "What is it?" he asked Quatre.
"Pickles on toast. It's really good, you should try it," Quatre said with unbridled enthusiasm.
Trowa nodded in approval and took the plate. He held up a peace of toast and bit into it, chewed methodically and swallowed. "You should butter the toast next time, Quatre," he said, taking another bite.
Duo stared at him. "You actually ate it? Trowa, don't tell me you like that stuff!"
Trowa stared at him with humor dancing in eyes. "You of all people should what it's like to have to live from meal to meal. With the mercenaries, it was no different. You learn to make do with what's available, and every once in awhile, experiment." He took a rather large bite for emphasis.
"Yeah, you're right, but I don't recall a jar of pickles and toast lying around," Duo said, half pouting. Not about to be outdone by a guy who had recently recovered from amnesia he suddenly turned to Quatre. "Make some for me too!" he declared.
Quatre grinned in delight and quickly prepared two slices of toast for Duo and handed him the plate. Duo carefully picked up a slice and bit in. He chewed for a little before suddenly stopping, eyes widening in shock. "I-ifs goo!" he exclaimed with his mouth still full and giving everyone a lovely view of chewed up glob inside his mouth. He swallowed and said, "It's good! I have to hand it to you Quatre, when it comes to food experimentation, you're a natural. Someday I'll make you my special Peanut Butter and Doritos Sandwich!"
Quatre smiled. "Sounds like fun."
Just then, WuFei walked in. "What are you guys doing in here? I'm sure you have better things to do than hanging around in a kitchen," he said.
"We're just fixing a little snack. Want some?" Quatre asked. "I made pickles and toast."
"Are the pickles the sweet kind? I can't stand that dill stuff," WuFei answered.
Duo just stared at him. "Not you too, WuFei! Man I must have really missed out if all you guys know about this snack and I don't."
"Well when you're living by yourself with nothing in the fridge and no one to cook for you, you learn to be very creative with your food," he said with a sly smile on his face.
Duo's eyes suddenly lit up like Christmas tree lights. He quickly went over to the cupboards and rummaged through them until he found the jar he was searching for. He grabbed a plate and stuck the contents of the jar on it and carefully sliced them to look like oddly shaped pickles and then put them on leftover toast that Quatre had prepared. "Hey, WuFei, have you seen Heero around?" he asked.
"Yeah, he was helping Noin with systems maintenance. Why?"
"I'll just give him a little snack."
Quatre grabbed the jar and looked at the label. He gasped when he saw what was printed on the jar. "B-But Duo, that's—"
Duo silenced him. "I know," he said, grinning mischievously before running off with his "snack".
Every one turned to look at the label. It read: Jalapeño Peppers.
Fin