C is for Cooking

Everyone could tell Eliot was getting really tired of them eating his food. He figured it was because all they could make were microwave meals, so the hitter decided to hold a cooking class.

He started the class by asking what everyone knew how to make. Parker started by saying, "I know how to make bombs..."

"No, Parker," Eliot said slowly. "What food do you know how to make?"

"Oh." The small blonde thought for a moment, before saying, "Cereal!"

Next was Sophie, who simply answered, "I know how to mix alcoholic beverages. But that's all."

Eliot grimaced.

"I know how to make microwave pizzas!" Hardison grinned.

Eliot gave the last member of the team a pleading look. "How about you, Nate?"

Nate shrugged. "Maggie once made me learn how to make macaroni and cheese."

"Really? Casserole, from scratch, or baked?"

"It was... out of a box," Nate admitted.

Eliot sighed.

"Today," he said, "You all are gonna learn to make some food you can eat anytime during the day."

"Cereal?" Parker asked excitedly.

"No, Parker," Eliot replied in an exasperated voice. "Omelets."

First, he showed them how to whisk the eggs and grease the pan, then Eliot asked them to chop up whatever they wanted in their omelet.

Hardison pulled out bacon, sausage, chicken, hamburger, meatballs, turkey and cheese.

Sophie happily dropped in a healthy bunch of brightly colored, chopped vegetables.

Nate was busy trying to sneak a drink without the grifter noticing and stopping him, so his omelet ended up being just the eggs.

When Eliot reached Parker, she looked confused. "Eliot, I don't get it. How do you do it again?"

"I told you, Parker," Eliot smiled softly. "You take something you like to eat and put it in with the eggs, then cook it."

"Oh!" the small thief exclaimed, before she ran out of the room. When she returned, she had two boxes of cereal -one fruity and the other chocolate- in her hands, and proceeded to pour the contents onto the eggs in her pan.

Eliot couldn't help but laugh as he watched them all dish up and eat their omelets. Then Parker stopped eating and asked the hitter, "Do you want some?" She held out a forkful of omelet-a-lá-Coco-Puffs-and-Dino-Bits, and he grinned and shook his head.

But the smile dropped from his face when Hardison drawled, "So, Eliot, man... What's for dinner?"