24th July 2013 Wednesday

Day 205

Hectic day today, but I'm glad I have something to go on with for this chapter. Thank you all for your wonderful ideas and thank you to all the new reviewers, it's you guys that keep me going. Late update (sorry) and short (sorry-er) but this is a filler that's been planned for a long time.

Disclaimer: Pretty sure I've done this before.

Tung placed down all the ingredients in front of him; his own floating camera hovering a good distance from his face.

"Hello, and welcome to our very own, special edition of 'What's Tung putting in that pot?'" See, when the habitat quietened down like it did this day, the crew had to busy themselves with anything. Tung was usually in charge of feed, so in his own privacy, the frog boy would experiment with different recipes in the hopes that he would stumble on a revolutionary insect food.

"Today, I'm going to be making food for the volcano butterflies," he spoke to the camera, as though pretending to be on his own cooking show. "Now, because these creatures change from caterpillars to butterflies after they've been submerged in lava, it is very important that their food is hot too."

The frog boy held up a small brown bottle. "We'll need loads of this chilli sauce," he commented with a smile, before pouring a large amount in to the bowl. "Then we…Jenny?"

The tracker turned to look back at the fridge where the engineer was hiding, Zap's proton ball hooded jumper worn over her pyjamas. Tung merely raised his eyebrow.

"Is that Zap's jumper?"

Jenny pouted her lips as her head moved down to examine the clothes she was wearing. Her head shook slowly, a 'deer in the headlights' look evident on her face.

"Nope," she said with a popping sound at the 'p', before abruptly slamming the fridge door shut and racing out of the room. Tung continued to stare, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the ingredients in front of him.

"We add the necessities; flour, sugar, a whole lot of butter," three large yellow slabs of fat were deposited in to the bowl, but not without the frog boy sneakily placing one in to his mouth. "At least a handful of crickets, some mayonnaise, this…this piece of brown, uh, spread from this jar in the back of the fridge," he plunged a spoon in to the small jar; his lips wrapping around the small metal and tongue retracting, licking his lips in pleasure.

"Mmm, tastes good," he commented to the lens before spooning a few generous amounts in to the bowl. "Finally, we take-"

"Tung, have you seen the keys to the yellow hovercraft?" Jane questioned as she strolled in, looking around the tiny room.

"No, Jane, but you're just in time!" the older woman raised an eyebrow at his excited behaviour.

"Just in time for what?"

"Can you turn on the oven for me?" he questioned timidly, looking away as Jane sighed in exasperation. "He he, you know, Jenny still hasn't, hasn't shown me how to do this just yet."

Begrudgingly, Jane turned the oven on for the frog boy, walking out of the room in disappointment as she continued her search.

Shrugging his shoulders, the frog boy turned back to the dish, which thanks to the technology of the thirty-first century, was already cooked to perfection.

"Now simply remove from the oven and serve to hungry guests. Make sure to cook a lot because you know they will be asking for seconds."

Using his hand, the frog boy scooped out some of the cooked mixture, it's description brown, smelly and protruding with leaves. His bull-whip tongue cleaned it up as quick as lightning.

"Ouch ouch!" he cried, waving his hand over his tongue. "Maybe I put in too much chilli sauce."

I love writing Tung, it's so much fun! Again, sorry it's short and probably confusing but it may/may not make sense later. R&R!