Life is Like a Box of Piyoko

by Aldrean Treu Peri

A collection of unrelated but scrumptious one shots. These tasty tidbits were written randomly then shared to Tumblr so they might appear familiar to you if you follow me on there. It's possible that some of the juicier morsels might have been used in longer story arcs so they might be familiar for that reason as well. I'll be adding to this collection whenever inspiration strikes.

6. Chapter 6 Spice is Life

"Edward is hungry!"

"Yeah, we all are, Ed." Jet replied absently. He continued typing. With Big Shot off the air it was back to browsing ISSP crime logs and criminal activity sheets in newspapers to find potential bounties.

Spike emerged from the kitchen, carrying the toaster. "Yo, Ed. Got something for ya here." He tossed the appliance at the young girl.

"Oooh! What what?" She peered inside the slots and then tipped it upside down over her head, releasing a shower of debris onto her face. "Bread shards!"

"Shards?" Spike muttered.

"I think she means crumbs." Jet said thoughtfully.

Faye came out of the kitchen next, juggling a dozen jars of seasonings in her arms.

Jet glanced up from the monitor. "What do you think you're doing?"

She gave an awkward shrug without spilling her treasures. "Spike's giving away the hidden hoard,"

"She's a growing girl!" Spike protested.

"Anyway this is all we've got. You're just lucky I'm willing to share."

"You raided my spice rack!" Jet thundered, ignoring the side argument going on between Spike and Faye.

Faye rolled her eyes at Jet's accusation but looked down at her armload in consideration. "Is this not edible? Are these not food in some flaky form?"

Jet buried his face in his hands. Ed giggled. Spike took one of the jars from Faye and considered it.

"Onion powder? Well, I do like onions," He mused.

Ein pawed at Jet's leg, whining softly. Jet looked down at the data dog but Ein was staring fixedly at the computer screen. Glancing back up, Jet felt his hopes rise when he saw the news article that had caught the dog's attention. "Good eyes, boy!"

Faye and Spike and Ed all looked over at him.

"Put that shit back where you got it, Faye." Jet told her. He frowned at Spike next. "You too, don't think I didn't see you pocket the cinnamon."

Spike grinned sheepishly and began pulling an assortment of seasonings from his pockets - more than the one Jet had noticed him secret away. In retrospect it might have been amusing to watch Spike try to consume a bunch of cinnamon, but Jet was too hungry for entertainment. Fortunately, their luck was about to change.

"Get your guns and let's get to work - we've got ourselves a bounty!"