"Yum, that was some tasty pie!" Cat smiled as he hoisted the last mouthful of flaky pie to his mouth.
"Glad you enjoyed it," Ladybug giggled, picking up some of dinner dishes. "You have blue pie filling all over your face. Here, let's get you cleaned up."
Cat purred as Ladybug wiped his face, then he stood up to help her with the dishes. They had also picked berries the same day they had picked the herbs and Ladybug had surprised Cat with a blueberry pie when he came home from work.
It didn't take long with two people doing the dishes, and soon they were cuddling on the couch, tired but happy after a long day. At least, they were happy until Cat's stomach made a loud gurgling sound. "What was that?" Ladybug asked, running her hands through her partner's hair. "Did a lion escape in your stomach?" Cat moaned, and Ladybug grew concerned. Then she heard a similar sound coming from her own tummy. "M'lady, I don't feel so well. Are you sure those were blueberries we picked?" Ladybug's hands froze in his hair. "Almost."
Two hours later, Cat lay flat on the bathroom floor his cheek pressed against the cool title, They had been sick. "Call Mama" Ladybug croaked into her compact.
"Mama, I think Cat and I have some kind of food poisoning." "Please hurry, I meow my life!" Cat wailed into the phone. Mama chuckled. "I think I have just the redmeny. I'll be over shortly."
Ladybug snapped her compact shut. "If you can make jokes, I think you'll live….ugh!" she leaned over the bathtub again.
"Oh, Marinette, these aren't blueberries. There gooseberries!" "Figures," Cat mumbled, "Anything goose or feather related is evil." "Hey, I didn't know Mr. Lick the Plate till its clean." "Now, your to young to be arguing like a old couple. If you detransform, I can give you medicine." The pair did so, and Mama Cheng rubbed the ointment on their stomachs. "Hey, aren't these the herbs we gave Master Fu?" Marinette asked. "They are. I just made them into a ointment after you gathered them for him. Apparently, he knew you would need it sooner then later." "You'll have to stay in bed for it to work."
When Mama Cheng was gone, Adrien looked over at Marinette. "Despite you flub, I still like your pie." Marinette giggled. "You like anything sweet." "Yeah, no wonder I'm sweet on you." "Stop it, love, or you'll give me cavities." "And I don't like just sweet things," Adrien sighed dreamily. "There's always catnip."
"You always look so derpy when you have it." "I'm in my happy place, so derpy it is." "Feeling any better?" "No, but if misery loves company, and I love you, so we make a perfect pair." "Remind me not to make a pie for Christmas. I've had a enough homemade for awhile." "Aw, don't give up on pie making." "Love, I know this sounds gross, but I had no idea my stomach had that much content in it. Yuk!"
"I actually think a hairball is harder to hack up," Adrien settled back on the pillows, his eyes shut. "How on earth do you get furballs when your suit contains no fur?" "Hey, you don't know what I do on night prowls." "I can guess, and its not pretty."
Eventually, their systems returned to normal, but after that, Marinette always made sure she had actual blueberries and not gooseberries!