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Author's Note: Since these are just going to be drabbles, this challenge will be updated sporadically, with no set limit or deadline. They'll generally be one page long or however the hell long I feel like writing something. This challenge is for 25(underscore)foods, and there are a various array of foods to choose from, so this challenge will be nothing less than interesting. I hope you enjoy, and I hope that you continue to come back for more!
Enjoy, and please review when you finish! Reviews help me update faster since I know people are actually interested in what I'm writing.
Mustard is hard to write for, alright? Sorry for the length. If you know how to make mustard romantic or amusing, let me know.
020: Mustard
Rating: PG
Theme: 020. Mustard
March 29, 2009
It was a normal afternoon after classes, and as normalcy went, they arrived at the Nasty Burger without delay.
What was delayed, however, was the friend that made up their trio; so, the other two members of the group decided to go ahead and eat, figuring that Tucker would catch up with them in record time if he did actually show.
After ordering and settling into their usual booth, they chit-chatted about small, pointless things as they normally did. They waited for their friend to arrive and bring the juicy gossip (hardly) that majoring in a field of technology had to offer.
The couple humored him, mostly, while he rambled on and on about the one girl that had entered the department: he swore she was into him, but they deducted that she was just there for the sake of being there for the advances in the department. They wouldn't let him in on that secret, however.
After a small lull of silence filled with a great amount of chewing, Sam spoke. "Why do they always put mustard on everything at the Nasty Burger?"
"Yeah, that's a good question. Not like you eat the burgers or anything, like we do, but still... good question. I'm not a big fan of it, but I'll put up with it," he spoke, mouth full, and Sam could only roll her eyes at him.
She stuck out her tongue in distaste, back to the conversation at hand. "Grey Poupon, alright. It has some spice to it. Regular yellow mustard, so ugly and bright, all over your food? It grosses me out."
He grinned at her, wiggling his eyebrows in jest, "Well, now you know how it feels to have someone see you eat your grass sandwich or whatever it is you eat–"
"Oh, shut up, you," she said, rolling her eyes and taking a bite of her vegetarian sandwich. "I don't make you eat that, so don't complain."
"You used to try!" he argued, shooting her a defiant look.
"'Used to' being the key phrase in that sentence, Fenton," she said, popping a french fry into her mouth.
"Either way, it's disgusting."
"Just like the yellow mustard," she said sweetly, giving him a smirk before flinging a french fry in his direction.