Two is a Crowd
Chapter 5: Dinner a la Snake Eyes
POV: Snake Eyes
What with Thomas breaking the TV and all, I was ready for bed.
"Hey, Ian! Your turn to make dinner!"
And here I had thought I could go to bed without it. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I called irritably down the hall.
"FOOD!"
I walked down the hall into the living cell. "Be-SIDES food," I growled.
"Well, Mister Smiley, how about something gourmet?"
"You're joking."
"No."
"Fine! I have this Italian recipe casserole thing I think you'll like."
"Go get 'em!" Thomas crowed, eyes closed, iPod in his ears as he lay stretched out on the couch.
I walked into the wannabe kitchen and pulled a pot out to set on the stove. I grinned at the box of macaroni and cheese I then took from the cabinet.
Thomas took his earbuds from his ears and called "Hey, Snakes! Is there enough stuff for this fancy dish?"
"Oh, yes," I said, pouring water into the pot and turning the burner on, "we have enough. There's not much to it."
"Okay."
Fifteen minutes later, I brought out two steaming bowls of noodles and cheese.
"Come and get it," I hollered, setting them on the card table and sitting Indian-style.
"Mmm! Smells GOOD!" Thomas enthused, sitting down across from me and looking into his bowl."MACARONI AND CHEESE!?"
"You're an idiot, Tommy," I said, calling him by his hated nickname, "We don't have NEARLY enough food for a gourmet dinner!!"
"But… but…"
"But, I'll do some shopping. Tomorrow, we'll eat this broccoli-cheese casserole I saw on TV… that would be TV before you broke it…"
"Ian-"
"And the night after that, I think we'll have this spinach-tomato-thing…. And then-"
"IAN!" Thomas looked absolutely sick.
"Yes?" I asked, struggling to keep a smile off my face.
"Forget it! I'LL make dinner from now on!"
It had worked! Oh, yeah! "Well, okay! Your job now."
I watched carefully as Thomas picked up his fork and put a bite of macaroni in his mouth. He blinked, and put the fork back down.
"Wait. Did I just…"
"Agree to cook dinner forever? Yes."
Thomas groaned and pounded his forehead on the card table. "I can NOT believe I just did that!"
I picked up my fork. "What are you moaning about? I'm the one that's doomed!"