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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 10:52 pm
"...Forest?"
Where did this kid live!?
He watched the kid do his work, barely listening. His methods were good. Sloppy, but good.
"Very well." he said, going back to his side of the kitchen. The rest of the meal preparation was done in silence but for the occasional order given to the phonies setting out the food. There was a loud, obnoxious ringing overhead; lunch was about to begin. As the cornbread alarm rang, Macaron was gathering the crates of tiny milk cartons.
"Get that will you?" he asked, though it wasn't a question at all. "It has to be cut before the foals get up to the line." There were murmurs outside where the foals were getting ready to come in, counting money to make sure they had enough to pay for meal and milk.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 11:04 pm
"Yes chef! I live in the woods! In a treehouse!" he beamed happily. There was nothing more he liked than being at peace surrounded by nature and his little peanuts garden.
He too heard the ding of the oven and quickly put on a pair of oven mitts, ready to do whatever his idol commands him to do. Taking another quick glance at MC, the little bab couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought this adult was so nice to kids! It was totally different than seeing him on tv.
Peanut had taken all the trays out of the oven. The whole lunch room just smelled like good food. But what worried him was the chattering just outside the doors. Soon.. it will be lunch time. His classmates and teachers would come in to buy food and see him!
"C-chef... You won't leave me when t-they come through the doors r-right?" his nervousness caused him to stutter again. He was doing so well cherishing all the time he had with such a famous chef all morning long too...
His hooves were all shaky as he started sawing through the freshly baked cornbread with a steak knife.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 10:45 pm
Macaron looked at the kid with annoyance. But the shivering in his voice...damn it was adorable. He felt his stupid heart softening.
"I'm not going anywhere kid." he said, looking away abruptly. "I can't let you take all the credit can I!?" The door opened, and he got a view of the line outside. Almost every foal in the school was out there. Macaron stood to the side as the food was passed out, trays scraping along as more stuff was added to each section of the plastic trays.
"Wow! This looks great!" one foal said, while the other sniffed at the cornbread. "This is way better then what we got before!"
This sentiment was doubled, then tripled. A teacher walking the line smiled at Macaron.
"You've done wonderfully." she said, watching the kids' enthusiasm.
Macaron preened, then looked down at his little helper.
Ugh.
"I didn't do everything." he said grumpily. "The kid here....he made the cornbread."
The teacher turned her smile to Peanut. "Well it's wonderful!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 11:02 pm
Peanut continued to cut through the bread as quickly as he could, only nodding his head to answer. The smile on his face could be seen for miles down the queue. Just hearing that Chef won't leave him alone to fend hungry ponies on his own cheered him up real good. He didn't even care if Macaron took all the credit. What mattered was the he was not being ditched.
His heart thwumped as he heard lots of positive feedback coming back to the one with magical culinary skills.. The smile of his got wider, even showing teeth now. "Chef taught me how to make it," he replied while beaming a bright smile at Macaron with a feeling of a job well done. His tail swayed side to side, unable to hide his happiness.
"What is this feeling Chef? I'm feeling warm and fuzzy inside."
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 11:33 pm
"Hmm?" he said, glancing sidelong at him. The kid was all grins and glee, and while it irritated him to no end, a small part of him was o with it. He deserved to be happy.....he guessed.
"It's called happiness. Or maybe pride. Or accomplishment?" he glared into the air, causing a couple foals to look behind them. "Any of those things. It's what you feel when someone compliments your food." He was used to compliments. He got them every day.
He go the feeling this one did not.
"You didn't screw up too badly this time." He said, sliding another tray of cornbread forward. "If you think you've got it in you, you can come help me tomorrow."
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