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 Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:53 pm
 Serena smiled brightly. "I'm glad you like them. I'll make up another batch." She took the plate from Chef a little surprised that he wanted more. However this would be a time she could bake up some extra... maybe get some back to her own cabin where they BELONGED in the freakin' FIRST PLACE. She made up enough for double the batter and placed them away in the oven that cooked VERY fast thanks to Ratchet now. In the meantime she had to observe more of these two's antics. Little did they realize, she was noting BOTH of their odd quirks and keeping track.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:08 pm
W...wait. Was Chef's tail actually wagging? It wasn't the quick back-and-forth as yappy puppies are prone to do, but sure enough there was a slow swish to his tail. "Another? Damn. Yew've been promoted ta Private! ...'sept yer nickname's still Brownie, Brownie." With the second plate, he tried to eat it slowly... But there was still that CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP! action.
"Where did yew learn to make these?" Chef asked, wondering if it'd be possible to duplicate the recipe exactly for Chris later... as well as put his own "spin" on another version just for the campers, heh heh heh.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:13 pm
 Meanwhile, Chris' tail was definitely doing the faster swish. And one could swear that sadistic smirk of his had gotten a lot more...relaxed? What on earth...
Man these brownies were better than the jello he had originally come here for! Chris ate right along with Chef...not quite as -fast-, but it was still obvious he was enjoying them.
"Mmm, promotion. Should be proud camper...Chef doesn't take a liking to many of you..."
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:18 pm
She had set aside just enough to bring back to her cabin just enough for each camper there left. Nothing to share for anyone else though. She beamed with pride. "Thank you, Master Chief! This is just one of many recipes I learned from my grandmother before she passed. I have to be good at it, or else. I was working on something new, but I need to have some honey to make it wonderful. Do you have any, Master Chief that I may make something else good with?" Blue eyes turned up to him, hopeful. She then looked to Chris her eyes were worried, "I wanted to make them because of how upset you were the other day. I hope you don't get sad again, Chris. Sure I didn't like what happened, but doesn't mean I wish bad things on you. So I will make these for you, or Master Chief if you ever get sad again." It was true.. sorta. She didn't want Chris or Chef upset.. because that could be bad for her survival on this island.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:27 pm
"Mmm-hmm," Chef nodded in agreement with Chris. "Usually ah try to drive campers off the isle as fast as possible, or at least give'em somethin' worth writing home to about... Heh, not many appreciate mah hard work. 'sept for some of'em here and there, but as a whole..." He shrugged, finishing his brownie. Speaking of food... his eyes went to the table. Ah, he had some chopping to do still.
Oooh, so she'll make brownies again? This was one of the few campers Chef liked. Maybe he cou-- no. He couldn't do that.
Instead, the large Audio ambled over to one of the cabinets and reached up, pulling down a Molotov-shaped bottle of honey. "Here yew go," he said, offering it to her before wandering back to his table.
The bottle was filled to the top with honey, and it was in the shape of the famous Russian Circus bear Molotov. Molotov also lived on the island, having been purchased by said Russian Circus when it went bankrupt after a certain unbearable accident. The bottle looked like a bear balancing on a ball with stars. All in all, it was rather cute unlike the actual bear it represented.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:40 pm
Someone...felt bad about him being pulled off the cliff? Like...HONESTLY felt bad? Well this was news to him! Chris' grin turned just that much more happy and his tail continued it's fast paced wag.
"Ehhh..it's okay dude. I'm over it...buuuut, I'm not one to pass up brownies. Thanks man!"
The host nibbled what was left of his brownie before finishing it off. Man that had been good. -Really..really good-. In fact this night was just plain -awesome-.
"Whatcha gonna put honey in?"
Chris eyed the bear-bottle as it was handed over. Ahhh Molotov, one of the more well known bears on the island. What other reality show could boast an actual Russian Circus bear that could log-roll hrmmm?
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:46 pm
"Well I know that technically, considering that this was something completely different then what we had signed up for, I feel lucky you make us anything at all Master Chief. I am grateful for all I get here." She smiled warmly. Getting the honey her tail wagged and she hugged the honey. "Thank you Master Chief!" She looked over to Chris, blue eyes glittering with plots unknown to many, "Well there are these berries, and such I am searching for in the forest, and some interesting roots that combined with honey make something REALLY tasty. And I'm sure you'll appreciate it when its finished." She wondered if he would catch on to what she meant however she turned back to look at the bottle. "This is a unique bottle. I've never seen this before. Is this imported?" If so, she would feel bad for what she planned for that honey.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 11:51 pm
Chris had a good question. Chef figured it'd be for the brownies, but... well, the brownies were already good! There wasn't much point in adding stuff to them, right? Actually, no. If there was a way to make these taste even better... maaaan! He was glad this runty camper girl had volunteered to help out.
Granted, he probably shouldn't have let her touch food he and Chris were eating, but... Oh well!
"Berries? Mm." Berries and roots, twigs and ber- pie maybe? Or berry-flavored rootbeer? No, there wasn't a camper on the island that could make something like that. Or so he thought.
"That's jus' a bottle of honey that came with Molotov. You'll see him in the forest sometime." Chef replied with a shrug. He was a bit miffed that she packed away the brownies, but then again... well, too many brownies wasn't exactly good for him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:04 am
By the time they got to talk of berries and Molotov being in the forest Chris' eyes had reached a half-lidded state. Mmmm....tummy full of warm delicious brownie, and his chiapet and just...
Mmmm...
Yawning, Chris quietly trudged over to a corner of the kitchen where an old coat lay discarded on the floor. Without another word the host flopped to the ground, and curled up on said coat with the chiapet safely clutched between his paws.
Ffff, time for nighty-night. Whatever the other two wanted to talk about was fine, but -he- was going to get some sleep. Or something. Chris snuggled down more (by now his chin was comfortably resting on the grassy part of the chiapet), shut his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
...Man he was mumbling something, but the only distinguishable word was 'Fluffy'. Weeeeeeird.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:09 am
"Molotov? I hope he is nice if he came with honey." She made sure all her duties were finished. Packing up her brownies, she had left one extra for Chef to have as a way to thank him for the honey once more. "I'll bring you some if it works out okay. I haven't tried the recipe before with whatever berries I might find here." She then yawned. "I better get some rest; Thank you Master Chief I promise to report for my duties in the morning." She saluted him and waved goodbye to the already tired Chris before going out with her brownies and honey. She headed towards the forest. ((aaannnd shes out. ^^))
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:22 am
Chef merely grinned and nodded, waiting until Serena was out of sight and his range of hearing before snickering. "Oh man! Molotov? Nice? Heh heh heh! Did you hear that Chris-man? Uh, Chrissyboy?"
The chef blinked and shook his head, clearing it. Where did the host g- aha. He padded over to the host and stood over him, rather unsure. I mean, Chris looked rather... peaceful. Disturbing him wouldn't be too good, but he couldn't just leave him here, just in case campers saw him... right?
Carefully, the large audio knelt and scooped the sleeping host up, making sure that Chris had a tight grip on Fluffy before rising. Quickly, he half-walked, half-jogged to Chris' RV, tucked him in, and returned to his kitchen.
He looked around his kitchen, making sure nothing else had happened when he went to the staff area. Thankfully, nothing had. With a shrug, Chef returned to chopping up tomorrow's lunch.
CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:41 am
 The rant in the Confessional had calmed Axl down. Well, a bit anyway. He was still furious, but less likely to murder the first person he saw. The rant had done nothing for his stench though, so now he was on his way to the kitchen, Chef be damned. Everyone knew tomato soup helped get skunk stank out, and he was ******** determined to get his hands on some.
"CHEF," he roared as he reached the kitchen door. The sounds of CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! caused him to falter though, and he didn't step over the threshold.
"Could you, uh.. come here for a second...?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:51 am
As soon as Axl roared, the knife flew from Chef's hands to embed itself in the doorway. "HOT DAMN BOY!" He roared, fur bristling. Gone were the happyfuntimes with Fluffy and brownie, back now was Serious Business Chef. "Ah can smell wut you need -- git out of the messhall and come 'round back! And stay teen feet away from me!"
Chef went outside the backdoor and ran to a supply shed, dragging forth a beaten and battered tub that the interns used to use after the more... messier challenges. This he placed in a safe spot away from his kitchen, before running in there and grabbing as many tomato soup cans as he could. Soup... cans... can opener! He yanked open the drawer that had the opener, feeling around for it. Upon not finding it by touch, he looked and growled. Great! He had to deal with a skunk'd camper and... Oh, wait.
By the time Chef returned to the tub, his arms were full of tomato soup cans and a knife was clenched in his teeth. The cans were dropped onto the ground, and one of the many knives decorating his tabletop was returned to his hand. "Heh heh heh, find yo'self an unsatisfied bedmate?" He smirked, knifing the first can open and dumping its contents into the tub.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 1:22 am
Axl did as he was told; Chef freaked him out to be honest. Way too many flying knives for his comfort. He left the Mess Hall and rounded the back, trying to avoid other people. The less people that smelled him, the better, in his opinion.
He watched Chef drag out the tub and cans, leaning against the wall, well away from the giant chef like he had asked, arms crossed. He had a sour expression on his face, but could you blame him? He smelled worse than some of Chef's.. er... finer creations.
"I guess so. Some ******** moron stuffed a skunk in our cabin and scared it. All the Gulls reek, man. I hope you have a lot of soup," he muttered.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 1:30 am
Despite the fact that he was using tomorrow's dinner in a way that wasn't safe for consumption, Chef smirked.
That smirk, however, lasted until he heard that ALL the Gulls were hit. Instead of a frown, Chef Hatchet grinned and chuckled. "Heh heh heh! Sounds like yew guys pissed off the wrong person! Or people," he added, shrugging. "Thanks for the warnin' son. Ah'd hate to go near there now. Reckon any of yo cabin mates took a dip in water yet?"
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