Title: Yummy in the Tummy
Author: Potato Maiden
Pairing: Umi Ryuuzaki/Ascot
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Theme: #18 – "Say ahh..."
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic Knight Rayearth, it, and all it's components belong to Clamp, who refuse to answer my phone calls...

Ascot sat happily, watching Umi at what she does best. No, not fencing, the other thing. Yes, that's right. No, not that kind of thing you pervert! Cooking. Umi was sitting in the kitchen cooking her infamous (to her parents and friends) Spaghetti a la Umi. Ascot watched as she chopped, diced, cut, salted and dashed in the ingredients for her meal.

"Ascot, can you hand me the salt?" she asked, her hand reaching out behind her as she stirred the simmering spaghetti sauce. Ascot got up and handed her the salt, happily watching as Umi sprinkled it in the sauce, watching the now boiling noodles. "Thank you. Can you hand me the pepper?" Ascot did as she asked, receiving a thank you in return.

"When is it going to be done?" Umi ignored him and stirred the sauce and noodles simultaneously, while looking at her watch.

"In a few minutes. Hand me that bowl." she stuck her hand out once again, Ascot handing her the bowl. Umi took a paintbrush utensil thing, dipped it in the garlic bread butter spread and spread it across multiple pieces of bread before sticking that tray into an oven. "Let that sit for a few minutes and we'll be good.

Ascot watched as she turned the heat on low, set an egg timer and wiped her hands off on her apron. She sat herself on a clean counter and swung her legs, watching the steam rise from the spaghetti pot.

"What are you thinking of?" Ascot asked suddenly. Umi glanced up at him curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"You look really thoughtful. I just wondered what it was."

"Oh, just wondering if the spaghetti sauce will turn out right, I used a recipe of my grandmother's. My mom claims its delicious. I guess I'm using you guys as guinea pigs."

"What's a guinea pig?"

"A figure of speech. It basically means that I'm using you guys for feedback before I make some for my parents."

"Oh." A silence followed as the two sat there contemplating their thoughts, gathering up courage to ask or do something, you know, the usual awkward silence that may be shown in the one-sided love that is Ascot and Umi's.

More time passed before the timer went off. Umi jumped down from the counter and walked, more like glided in Ascot's view, to the stove where she took out the garlic bread, turned off all burners and moved the spaghetti sauce and noodles to a cool burner.

"Can I taste it?"

"Hmm?"

"Your sauce. Er... the spaghetti sauce." Umi nodded and beckoned him over.

"Say ahh..."She used a wooden spoon and got a small dip of the sauce. Holding her hand underneath it to prevent drips, she held it to Ascot's lips as he tasted.

"Well? How does it taste?" She asked apprehensively.

"Really good. I like it a lot."

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"Really. Can I have another taste?" Umi dipped the spoon back in and gave Ascot another taste of Grandma Niama's World Famous Spaghetti sauce.

"Can you do me a favor Ascot?" the palu nodded. "Can you go set the table for me?" once again, he nodded, leaving the room with the required utensils. Umi watched him go, dipping the spoon in once again, this time tasting it for herself. A light smirk came to her face as she thought of one of her friends from eighth grade.

'Even sharing the same straw or eating utensil is like making out with the person. I thought you guys knew that.' Umi laughed out loud and put the spoon in the sink. Placing the spaghetti in a strainer, the bread in a basket and sauce in a bowl, Umi carried the dinner out to the table where Ascot was setting the places.

"The funniest thing crossed my mind a minute ago." she could be heard saying.

"What's that?"

"When I was in the eighth grade, a friend of mine said sharing the same straw or eating utensil was like making out with the person. Congratulations, Ascot, you just made out with me and a few other people." she smiled, setting the food down. Ascot, realization and understanding of Umi's words coming to mind turned a deep shade of burgundy. Yes, Umi's food was yummy in the tummy so to say, but after that comment, Ascot's stomach turned about four times, including a few butterflies.

a/n: At the 'grandma Niama blah blah blah, I seriously almost, so close to typing it, typed Grandma Ida's blah blah blah.