A/N: I'm going on a vacation to Belgium, so I won't be able to update for two/three weeks. That's why I'm doing a double post tonight. Enjoy these two short (but longer than the other) drabbles!
The law about taste – Everything tastes more or less like chicken
Dark placed their dinner on the table. He had insisted on cooking that evening, and Satoshi, Daisuke and Krad feared for their health. Surprisingly enough, it didn't look that bad. It wasn't burned and it didn't look like puke. It was just a dish of rice mixed with minced meat soaked in some sort of sauce.
"Aren't you going to eat it? I didn't poison it" Dark pouted. Krad, not wanting to disappoint his lover who had spent half a day in the kitchen, was the first one to taste it. Daisuke and Satoshi stared at him, waiting for a reaction.
"It tastes a bit like chicken" the blond commented. Satoshi and Daisuke sighed in relief and took a bite too. When everyone was about halfway through dinner Krad asked: "How did you make the sauce?" Dark shrugged.
"I used some brown stuff that was in the fridge" Satoshi and Daisuke dropped their chopsticks.
"The stuff in the blue tub?" Daisuke asked, turning slightly green.
"Yeah, why?"
"That was our chemistry project about flammable liquids" Satoshi informed him.