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"I see you two have not been informed of tonight's cancellation."
This was the deadpan statement delivered by the Fredrickson's ever expressive butler, a stalwart and weathered soul that was taking his young master's flippant whims in stride. Had things gone in the way they were expected, this evening would have been movie night within Fred's pop culture cave, a surprisingly unique agreement that came to be after there was a deliberation that each person in the core group would get a turn to pick a film in order to curb the young billionaire's monster movie binges.
This evening was slated to be Honey's pick, but upon arriving Wasabi learned that Fred had gone rogue so to speak. According to Heathcliff, the reclusive writer and director of the dark vigilante themed cult classic Claw of Daito had surprised the world with a new film that he'd been working on in secret. Following in line with the over the top destiny infused themes of his movies, only the first one thousand owners of the original film would be able to have the first viewing. Fred, of course, owned five.
It wasn't that much of a surprise to the physicist, the true concern came with fiery destruction of his schedule. He was actually pondering how to fill the allotted two and a half hours even as his legs walked him through the tall halls of the mansion right to the comic book themed room that his friends would normally congregate in.
"Sup' nerd." A familiar voice floated over the edge of the couch.
Gogo too had found the situation a bit obnoxious but all together not unexpected, Fred's comic and media based tangents weren't all too uncommon and with more money than he knew what to do with, it was inevitable that something like this would occur. What ended up being an odd surprise was Hiro's interest in the franchise as well, he was just as eager to see the film as Fred was. But as unsuspecting as that was, Honey also immediately canceled when she realized both comic fanatic and teen genius weren't coming. It left Gogo with nothing but a quizzical look as the chemist hung up the phone call that had just delivered her the news.
"Well, this is a little ridiculous." She said as slumped into the massive couch, Wasabi sat perched on the other end, flipping through movies with the exact run time needed to fit into his schedule.
"Its not horrible, just not ideal. And I think we can make the best of it with the documentary on otter migration." He beamed, showing her displeased face the video case.
"And why...or rather how does Fred have a documentary on otter migration?" She asked incredulously.
"I gave it to him for his birthday."
Again Gogo;s leer was anything but sympathetic, instead she threw up both hands and strolled out the Fred pop culture cave.
"Uh, wait where are you going?" Wasabi stumbled.
"Hungry." came a curt reply.
Wandering into the mansion's kitchen was nothing new, but without Fred leading the way the burly man was a bit more tentative. By the time he made it into the massive kitchen, Gogo was already in search of a few things, ingredients placed on the island that he immediately recognized as slowly turning into a crudely assembled sandwich. Just that alone was enough to bother him, like every other meal, sandwich construction was a delicate artform not to be trifled with.
"Wha- Wasabi, what are you doing?" she was stuck somewhere between frown and exasperation as he squeezed himself behind the island and massive, double wide refrigerator. In almost the same mechanical way in which he was scrutinizing the movies, Wasabi began to take stock of just what was available and edible.
"So that's it hm? You just assumed I was going to do something terrible and decided to make dinner?" Gogo snorted, taking a seat on the other side of the counter atop a stool.
"Food preparation is as much about calculation as it is presentation." Wasabi announced as he began laying out ingredients. Various meats, vegetables, spices, and condiments were spread and organized with the rigid nature she had come to expect.
At this point Gogo knew better than to try and intervene when he was in this meticulous groove, and truth be told it was fascinating to see just what it was he was attempting concoct. It looked like he was going for something simple yet regal, a clear sign of the limitations of Fred's food inventory. When all was said and done the result was surprising, it was a three cheese and avocado dip combined with some small and lightly seasoned prosciutto sandwiches. It was quaint, classy, yet speedy; something she could appreciate.
"Not bad, Wasabi, not bad. Remind me to get you to cook me a full course meal one day." Gogo snorted as she took another bite of her sandwich.
"You don't think it's a little bland?" he wondered aloud.
"What? No Wasabi this is amazing, I think you've been holding out on us." she exclaimed.
"Oh well, ah thank you." he nodded, unsure of how confident in the compliment he was supposed to be. It did give him a little a swell of pride to see the young daredevil devouring the impromptu meal. Gogo wasn't one to mince words or to attempt to 'sugar coat' her option when it came to addressing her friends, it was a frankness he'd come to appreciate and perhaps even take for granted.
Her words were often as precise and controlled as he tried to be.
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