My Roommate is Devious:
For three days, the kitchen was spotless, as neat and clean as the way he left it. In those three days, Ludwig assumed that, even though she didn't say so, he'd gotten through to his roommate. But victory was short-lived, because by the fourth day when he came home from work expecting something to be cooked, Ludwig realized that An'na had actually stopped using the kitchen.
He checked the refrigerator to make sure she hadn't put any food away already (that had happened before). Nope, not a container or pot was in there and there was an obvious lack of the herb and spices smell that usually accompanied a recently fixed meal. Normally, if she'd beat him home, there would be food cooked, and enough for the next day too. It was something he'd gotten used too and to come home, tired and hungry made Ludwig more than a bit peeved that this was her way of handling it. Maybe it was somewhat unfair of him to have such an expectation, but fairness was overruled by the growling in his stomach.
So when An'na came chasseing her way down the stairs towards the kitchen, Ludwig didn't even try to hide his annoyance. In her hand was a spoon, a plastic spoon he noted while she made a beeline for the freeze. She glanced at him while retrieving that god forsaken Cok-E-Doe ice cream and met his annoyance with smugness.
"What?" asked An'na though the question confirmed his reading of her attitude, with its mischievous undertone.
Ludwig followed her to the living room, "You didn't cook anything?"
"Nope," she confirmed and turned on the television.
His brow twitched, "But you ate dinner?"
An'na opened her ice cream, scooped out a portion that was too big for the tiny plastic spoon to handle but she shoved it in her mouth before it could fall. As if to spite his, she groaned loudly in utter delight at the cold creamy snack, swished it around in her mouth for a bit then swallowed.
"Sure did," she finally responded without taking her eyes off whatever program was on.
Of course, Ludwig could have fixed him a sandwich or something. Warmed one of the infinite numbers of bagels they had stacked up in the kitchen and drunk him a glass of milk. He could have gotten back in his car and drove around for a diner or something to get a 'home cooked' meal at 10 something at night. But it was the principle of the thing and An'na was deliberately doing this. Knowing that this day would come, she purposely didn't cook to prove some idiotic point about not cleaning the kitchen while simultaneously letting him starve to death.
Ludwig suddenly smiled. If she were going to deal the cards like this, he would play her little game, "Very well, goodnight then."
A/N: What better solution to solving a 'kitchen cleaning' problem that not dirtying it in the first place? I like the way you think An'na! lol
-CeCe