This is a spinoff version of season two's episodes while the ninja are trying to get enough money to make rent.
What if they had been able to? What would happen then? (This story is something that my mind stirred up in the middle of the night, so the plot is a blob.)
Zane looked at the bored family infront of him.
How to make them entertained? The nindroid thought, casually flicking on a few switches built under his synthetic skin. He chopped up the vegetables and fried the egg faster than one could say, "Ninjaball run', making the family of three impressed.
For some reason his boss was out, usually they watched him like a hawk, but today, they weren't in the building at all.
Just then, his boss walked in, a ginger-haired teenage woman at his side. She took one look at Zane and pointed to him, confusing Zane. She turned to the burly man beside her and spoke in a tongue his databanks couldn't translate. His boss shook his head and spoke something in return, gesturing her to sit down at the table after the family of three left.
She sat and pointed to something on the menu and waited, watching Zane in fascination.
Why is she staring at me? Did i do something wrong? No- wait, her eyes show that she is excited. Why? Zane was slightly pressured because of her staring.
—Vanilla—
"Father, you know the last chef I had was horrible, why should this one be any different?!" The last chef Vanilla had cook for her had left a bitter taste in her mouth at the mention of private chefs. Her father shook his head and replied,
"At least try a dish that he makes, also I know that he won't steal from you, I've been watching him ever since he put his first foot in this establishment and he shows no signs of a thief." He gestured for her to sit down, ending the conversation.
Vanilla grumbled quietly as she sat down, her gaze sweeping across the menu, resting upon a difficult dish she greatly enjoyed. Vanilla showed the chef and pointed to it, watching as he quickly got to work on it.
She didn't have to wait long before the dish she chose was served infront of her. Shakily bringing the fork she'd stabbed part of the food with, she ate it. An explosion of flavor burst in her mouth and she knew that it had been made properly.
Tears welled up in her eyes at the familiar taste and she fought to keep her emotions at bay as she munched on the food. Turning to her father, she said,
"I'll take him."
—Zane—
Is she... crying? D-did I add too much pepper? Am I going to get fired for this? Zane hung his head, waiting for someone in the room to speak.
The girl was the first, but she didn't direct her words to him, rather, to his boss. His boss nodded and walked away. Right after he left, the gingerhead reached over and grabbed his hands, her eyes appearing to sparkle as she talked in a passionate voice about something he couldn't understand.
Zane slowly took his hands away, "I'm afraid I can't understand you, would you mind speaking in a language I'd know?" She tilted her head, keeping it that way for a bit. She snapped her fingers after a while and spoke, but this time he could understand what she was saying.
"Would you be my private chef?" If Zane had liquid in his mouth, he would have probably spit it out from shock. With an incredulous look, he replied,
"I'm sure that there are many other chefs as good as I am." She girl shook her head and said,
"I've never met anyone who could replicate my favorite dish right down to the under-flavors." Ah, so he was being asked this because of a dish.
"I-I'm flattered, but really, I can't." Usually private chefs were expected to live in the same household as their employer, and he still had to help his friends get enough money for rent.
–Vanilla–
"May I ask why?" Vanilla inquired, sitting down again.
The blonde man before her scratched the back of his neck, "I have friends I'd rather live with." Okay, so this was a problem with living places.
Vanilla waved it away, "I don't particularly care if you choose to live in the chef's private quarters or your own, in fact, i dont care what you do, as long as its not something like posioning the household."
"Why would I do that?" He asked, tilting his head in a way that screamed 'adorable' to Vanilla.
She shrugged, "I have enemies, what else would one expect?"
—Zane—
Fair point, not just anyone would posion another on purpose. The ninja thought. Wait a minute, she's not treating me like I'm different, how nice. Some people had walked right into the place to ask for an autograph, his boss having to chase them out multiple times.
"So?" The girl said, "Will you take the job offer?"
Zane looked at the ginger-haired girl and nodded, "I guess I will."