Welcome to Gaia! ::

Glen, George

Glen had seen the cauldron a few days ago while shopping for new ingredients for a halloween candy he was planning to cook. The price seemed reasonable, and the shop owner assured him it was a perfectly functioning cooking utensil, and that's honestly what sold Glen, the aesthetic factor of it. It'd be great for making potion themed liquor, hot cider for Abby, or chocolate, maybe he'd go as a witch again this year to a party and include it in his costume. So many uses right now, and so many thoughts of future uses went through Glens head, though a seed of doubt still remained. What if the shop guy scammed him? The place had a no refund policy, so it was too late for doubt now. But that was when Glen had a thought. A thought that brought him to Georges front door.

"Open up dude! I...I need a favor!" And god, saying that he knew he was in for something from that pink haired idiot. And sure enough, the door flew open, and the only thing saving Glen from being wrapped up in the high schoolers arms was the cauldron. "Finally! I've been waiting for this day since I was little!" In George excitement he hadn't noticed the cauldron until it made direct contact with his diaphragam, Glen resisted the urge to laugh at the taller young man. " Fu-----dam----crap! What the hell is that? Is that a cauldron!? Are you wanting to do witchcraft? Satanism? Some pagan thing that needs se---" And Glen just shoved the cauldron at him at that point, making his way inside with the test ingredients he had picked up, a simple pack of flavorless gelatin, the best way to figure out if his new cooking equipment worked after all, was with something that was flavorless and colorless, so at least if it messed the cauldron up or picked up residue, they would at least know.

"First, are you legal? No, I don't want to be a *****, and your also just like a tall, stupid brother to me." He ignored the gasp of joy, heading for the kitchen. "And being a brother, we move on to the second thing, your my guinea pig, " He began to prepare the cauldron, adding water to set to a boil on the stove, once he figured out how to get the small cauldron to work right on the stove of course."If it works, you'll just be eating boring, clear jello with no flavor, if it doesn't......well, We'll probably both be dead." "Cool and reassuring, I for one will be excited for the lawsuits and the counter suit our parents will make to each other while we're vegetables or dead." George snickered, not really worried what his favorite person in the world was going to do, though disappointed he was getting boring jello. Why couldn't it taste like a strawberry, or a pineapple? Glen was the cook though, and knew what he was doing, so George simply sat back and waited. "Wait, why did you get something that takes a million years to be eaten?" That made no sense to Go, Glen normally didn't, well, not think. The blond huffed, now adding the gelatin packets and stirring the boiling water. "Because honestly? I needed to put some of the liquid gelatin in a shot glass and we'll both taste it after we see if it pulled up residue or metal from the cauldron, and if that samples fine im....i'm gonna make jello shots after i add flavor?" He looked away from the look Go was giving him, one of betrayal and horror. "Are...your kidding? You..you'd really do this to me? Your future sugar daddy!? I could share some of that with the guys!" He wailed, slumping in his chair dramatically. "Yeah, and then I really would be in hell with both of our families plus your friends families because your all drunk and hungover." He blushed hotly at Go's sugar daddy comment, almost losing his stir groove he was in. "SUGAR DADDY!? LIKE HELL! Didd i not just get through the sibling feelings i have towards you?!" "Yeah, but things can happen, i'm patient." The smarmy long haired little weasel said, totally over his reaction to what Glen was really making. The blond scooped some of the liquid into two shot glasses, one for himself, and one for Go, and nearly slammed them down on the table. "Be thankful there isn't poison you brat." "Bold of you to assume I havent built up an immunity to all poisons." He said cheerfully, taking a drink of the flavorful drink....wait, flavorful? "Dude, I thought you said that was flavorless." "it is." The blond said, one brow raised, was it concern? "Well check the damn box, that tastes like candy corn. I hate candy corn." At Georges explanation, Glen was no longer blushing, in fact, he didn't seem to have much color. He ended up taking a small, hesitant sip of his own mixture, but that seemed to have been enough, the taste of sugary, condensed mallow was powerful at even a small dose, and glen quickly ran to the stove, grabbing the cauldron and ignoring the sting in his palms and forearm, along with Go's shout, he walked quickly to the trash, pouring the mixture inside and breathing heavily, frightened. He didn't feel it as Go took the small pot from him, putting it in one section of the sink, after leading Glen over, and running his hands up to his elbows in the cold water.

That...that was not the flavor he had expected. Was this a magic thing? well, if it wasn't George and himself would have tasted a metallic flavor or nothing at all instead of the rich, noxious taste of pure sugar. Speaking of George, the boy looked like he was actually going to cry as he tried to get Glens attention. And oh s**t did he just notice he burnt himself. He waved George off, making him sit as he went for his emergency bandages and aloe, this wasn't Glens first rodeo for cooking injuries after all, though the forearm burn was new. He thought as he applied the aloe and handed the bandages wordlessly to a now crying George. Damn, damn. "I'm...i'm fine, your fine?" He tried. "We aren't fine! What if we gotta call poison control!? What if we have to call my mom? your moms?" Glen balked at the possibility, since, though he was an adult, he had left them both as his emergency contacts. He was determined now more than ever to prevent a scene. "Here, first, let's occupy you man, help me bandage?" sniffling, George nodded and began applying the bandages around Glen's arm. Good, now the blond could think. First, he needed to stick close to George, in case there was more to this than just a candy corn flavor, so he added "get things for sleepover" to a mental list. Then, test himself he guessed. See if it was a one time thing. Third, Clean out that pot, clean it good, maybe drown it in bleach for thirty minutes, then scald and....well...maybe just warm soap and water, because he'd have to ask George to do it, and that was only if it didn't come out of the sink in the next few hours and bite them or something. "Okay, so, I need to go to my house, get a few things, unless you wanna get a few things and stay at my house? I figure we shouldn't separate, in case this is poison or some..thing" And oh boy, weren't those the magic words? Since immeadiatley after he said them, George's eyes lit up, he practically bounced in the air, actually fist pumped the air, and ran to his room, coming down after with a bag of clothes, a few video games, and something Glen couldn't place. ".....okay, okay, this is fine. Anyway, I'll order pizza, since I can't really cook." George looked disappointed he wouldn't get to eat anything Glen made, but considering he was injured, the pink haired young man understood. "Fine by me. You've already been through too much for me to bear. Speaking of bears, gummi bear?" He asked, getting out a pack of gummies and popping a few into his mouth, intending to drive away the taste of the terrible candy corn flavor, only to spit them back out in horror...or he almost did, swallowing a tthe last minute to not worry Glen, George went back to the sink, making himself a glass of water. That was surely and aftertaste thing, right? No he discovered, spitting out the candy corn water. Oh god, was this really happening? He looked at Glen, who was now up and out of his seat, next to him by the sink and looking at him in concern."What's wrong?" "I--i dont know! The gummies, the water, they taste like the candy corn!" Glen was pale once again, now looking like he might either get really mad or just pass out, as he made himself a glass of water and drank, only to also spit his drink back out, staring at the glass, the faucet, then......nothing, this was actually a bit too much for him.


He woke up maybe an hour or so later, at his own house, on his couch, with George setting out a few small bowls of plain chips, barbecue chips, popcorn, and the spicy masala wheel chips Glen was one hundred percent sure he had hid. "How'd you find them?" He asked,pointing weakly to the masala wheels, sounding wrecked, oddly enough. Was he unconscious longer than he thought? George stopped what he was doing, coming to the couch and helping Glen up, handing him a small glass of water. "I have my ways. Anyway, drink this. I know it's gonna taste like sugar, trust me, i've been trying different drinks for the past four hours," Four hours!? Holy hell, Glen was definitely blaming this on lack of sleep and pain overload. "I got you over here, like a sleeping princess, but scowling and bandaged." God he could be creepy, Glen thought to himself, deciding he one day needed to get that out of him, but not today, he needed to recover from the embarrassment of fainting over the fact maybe everything tasted like candy corn (though really,he knew what really did it was that he had gotten a friend involved, and not just any friend, his younger, teenage friend who he knew he already had a pretty big influence on. Being the adult was really sucking right now). George took the silence and the scowl as something directed at him, and laughed a little. "But I got you comfortable, got a few drinks from my house," He gestured to the bottled water, the soda, and the hard cider, that Glen directed his scowl to. "Dont worry, I saved that for you to try. I tried the water and soda, both taste disgustingly candy corn, then tried the drinks you had here, the milk and unsweet tea mainly, both also disgusting now. I was setting up the chips to try when you woke up and Glen....what do we do if this last forever?" George asked, his worry shining through now that the other victim of this unfortunate event was awake. Glen moved his arms around George shoulders, bringing him into a small hug that George returned. "I, I dont know really. I guess we just cross that bridge when we get there. I dont think i'll order that pizza though." he slid off the couch taking the little bowl of chips, and sat by george on the floor. "For now, let's just suffer together, and maybe go buy more plain chips, and pain medicine, I think we're out." He took a bite of a handful of chips, wincing a the candy taste. Oh we was not doing this forever, hr'd cut his tongue out first. George seemed satisfied with that plan, wincing at his own handful of chips new, unwanted sweet flavor.

They spent the rest of the evening, and most of the night playing video games and watching movies, ignoring the worry in their minds that this may be a forever situation, and eventually fell asleep, Glen on the couch, George under the table, hoping the situation would change.

And it seemed luck was on their side, as Glen, waking up first, Got a drink of water, and was overjoyed the taste had finally left, so happy, that he ran back to the living room, pouncing down to the floor and tackling George on his side, waking him up. "WHOSE THERE!?" George asked in a panic, calming down when he realized that the now lying down figure was just Glen, a really happy Glen. And that could only mean one thing. "You can taste again!?" "We can taste again!" George got up, spinning himself and Glen around, then immeaditaley diving for his phone to order a pizza topped in meat, screw it being eight in thew morning , he just had a traumatic experience!

It was only later that, after walking George home, Glen remembered they had left the little cauldron shaped cooking pot in the sink at George's house. Luckily it seemed his parents hadn't come to the kitchen, or at least hadn't washed that particular dish, which Glen was more than happy to get George to do since hello? Still in bandages. and whisked the pot away home, intending to have another test, despite the events of the previous day, he was more comfortable doing the test by himself, in case it happened again. Which, luck seemed to definitely be on his side that day, as whatever spell had afflicted the pot was gone, though now Glen wouldn't be taking the risk, instead, he'd use the little pot for something else, maybe for a large succulent? He'd decide later, and hope something like that never happened again.