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 Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:47 pm
 Pink Lemonade checked herself in the mirror once last time before she headed out the door, stepping over the comatose body of her mama, Candy Cane in the process. She looked good, she told herself firmly, especially having gone to the extra effort of wearing a pretty blue scarf. This wasn't a date, as her other mother had asked earlier. No, PL had replied primly, it was all business. She knew nothing about molecular gastronomy and was glad Midnight Snack had agreed to show her what it was all about. Of course, cooking of any sort was not her strong point. Drinks were her passion and matching herself with someone who knew food would be perfect. She could already imagine their success. It was a shame her brother wasn’t coming along, but she would fill him in on the details later. PL arrived at Midnight Snack’s house and knocked firmly on the door, then waiting with her best smile for whoever came to welcome her first.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 9:01 pm
It was definitely not a date, Midnight Snack told himself as he tried, with immense frustration, to get his hair to just once sit right on his head. Even though Pink Lemonade was a serious cutie, she was also, well, serious, and he meant to impress her with all the strange tinkering he did in the kitchen. Midnight's audience for his creations was rather slim. Those he foisted his foodstuffs onto were always a) his siblings -- some of whom he was certain would eat anything -- and b) Moon River, but only when he was really sure he'd gotten something awesome down.
A few of those awesome things he had ready and waiting for Pink Lemonade to try. Caesar salad (non alcoholic) martini? Check. Milk and honey throat-soothing, warm-you-from-the-inside candies? Check! Crunchy, thrilling cotton candy mini-popsicle? Check plus! He even made sure to have all his gastronomical gadgetry out in the kitchen, just in case Pink Lemonade wanted to see how anything was made.
Alright! A knock on the door meant that it was showtime. Midnight Snack took a deep breath, smiled at himself -- why was he even nervous? Chill out, bud. -- and opened the door.
"Pink Lemonade!" he greeted, fluttering his wings. "It's good to see you. You look great, I love the scarf. Really brings out your eyes. Come in, come in!" And he floated to the side to give her a pathway inside.
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 5:05 pm
As soon as the door opened, and Midnight Snack was revealed, Pink Lemonade fluttered her eyelashes. "It’s good to see you again, Midnight Snack." She looked immensely pleased by his compliment as she stepped inside. "Thank you. You look very dashing today." What was that she had said about it not being a date? It wouldn't hurt to add a little charm into their meeting.
"Well," she said, looking around curiously, "shall we begin?" She was eager to get into the kitchen and see what he had come up with. PL had made a point of not eating much for breakfast so she would be able to enjoy his food to the fullest. "Oh, I wanted to ask. Would you prefer I just call you Midnight?"
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 7:41 am
An eyelash flutter! Midnight's grin grew a little wider on one end, and he tried not to fidget. She did have some pretty eyes, this one, that was for sure. And she called him dashing, which was another couple cool-points right there, yup. Midnight puffed out his chest and fluttered over to his kitchen, extending an arm -- dashingly to show her the way. "Why thanks," he said. "I've got a couple of treats out, if you'd like to try some. Just some nifty little doo-dads I'm working on right now."
"Midnight's fine with me! Better nickname than Snack, for sure," Midnight chuckled. He floated over to his kitchen counter and slid to the opposite side of it, so that he could more easily serve (and observe) his guest. He indicated the caesar salad martini first for PL to try. "I know you like drinks, so I wanted to mix something a little weird up, for the more daring types."
From the outside, the martini looked like, well, a martini... except that there was no olive inside of it, and instead there was a crunchy crouton sitting decoratively on its rim.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 6:09 pm
Following Midnight into the kitchen, Pink Lemonade perched herself opposite him at the counter and took a moment to inspect the array of food waiting for her. Very impressive, was her first thought. "I am perfectly daring, so this will suit me perfectly." She knew what a real martini should taste like, even with the alcohol (nobody could keep a determined PL from anything) and she was already fascinated to see what sort of flavours Midnight could create.
With a smile at her host, she picked up the martini and took a sip, letting the flavours swirl over her tongue. Those two-toned eyes of her widened in surprise as a taste, very unlike an actual martini, exploded in her mouth. This was… "Why, it tastes just like…" She paused, leaning forward to sniff the glass. PL wasn’t big on salads but she was pretty sure she knew what this was.
"Caesar salad?" She ventured. Yes, the dressing flavour was coming through fairly strong. "That’s amazing. How do you make a drink taste like a food?"
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 7:11 pm
Midnight Snack watched her as she sat, swallowing and trying to seem more calm outwardly than he felt inside. It was nerve-wracking to watch someone outside his family try his strange food for the first time. What if she absolutely hated it? He wouldn't know how to explain himself...
He watched her for a long moment, tilting his head. Her eyes sure were pretty, weren't they? And she didn't seem to loathe the taste of the drink, either -- just fascinated by it, instead.
Midnight Snack broke into a grin as she guessed correctly, nodding his head once. "With a lot of trial-and-error, and a lot of failed gross things," said the colt with a laugh. He poured his guest a glass of water and set it before her. "Here. Just in case any of them are still failed gross things."
"I guess I just really like food that's not what you expect? Something that'll bring a smile to someone's face, hopefully. Feel free to try something else!"He swept his hoof over the rest of his wares, lingering toward the small cotton-candy popsicle, which was reposing face-down in its metal cooler, to keep it fresh and icy.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 1:19 am
"It’s wonderful." Pink Lemonade concluded. She couldn’t say she was too fond of the taste but that she’d known what it was without having to be told and that Midnight could even get a drink to taste like a salad was startling impressive. The pink Phony looked at him thoughtfully. She had been curious to start with; she had even suggested they go into business together. Now there was no chance she would let him and his skills get away. They simply had to work together. She could see their joint venture taking shape in her mind already. Her expression, as she took a sip of her drink to clear her palette and moved onto the next item, was intensely focused. She selected the candy, popping it into her mouth. It was not overly sweet. Not like the candy her mother preferred. But there was the hint of honey and it was certainly pleasant to suck on. Was she imagining the hint of warmth? No, certainly not. It was spreading down her throat, leaving a pleasant tingle. Not saying a word, she winked cheerfully at Midnight. This was nice. She’d take her time on this one.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 10:21 am
Midnight Snack smiled broadly, puffing out his chest, proud of himself as Pink Lemonade complimented him. He could scarcely wait for her to try something else -- she seemed to have a discerning eye, this one, and spoke her mind fairly freely, so he took her compliments as truth.
"That one's something I developed for my friend, Moon River," said Midnight, nodding to the sweet Pink Lemonade had just tasted. "She sings a lot, so she needs something to make her throat feel nice and warm... I thought it was easier to just pop in a candy than constantly be making cups of warm milk -- and it'd be a nice after-dinner thing to give people in the winter, when they're cold!"
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 9:59 pm
"It is well suited to the task." She finally said with a smile, shifting the warming candy around her mouth. Moon River. She filed that name away for further investigation later. The pink foal finished off the candy, chewing the last bit to get it down faster. Another sip of water and she turned to the last item. A little popsicle with quite the nice pink hue. How cute. Lifting it up, she gave the popsicle a thoughtful lick. Very sweet. She nibbled the edge. Crunchy? Yes, a bit. "Do you want me to sunk on it or do you want me to take a big bite?” Her teeth could be a bit sensitive with cold thing, she wasn’t sure she wanted that last one. Atmadja I spent this entire reply laughing as I imagined her suggestively eating that popsicle. My brain is terrible. XD And she could be taken terribly out of context with her last sentence there...
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:06 am
"Well, fantastic," said Midnight Snack with a grin. He propped his head up on his hooves as Pink Lemonade went to the popsicle, and he wasn't... quite sure if he was supposed to watch a lady eat a popsicle or no. Wasn't it bad manners? He heard that somewhere. Anyway, why was it any different than watching her eat a salad, or an apple?
"Any way that makes you feel comfortable," he said. He turned away, pouring himself a glass of water. "It's probably best to nibble a little bit here and there -- the texture is nice and soft-crunchy in places, cause of the way I froze it in liquid nitrogen... that's the fun part, I think. Long as it doesn't give you brainfreeze!"
"You... you like making drinks, yourself, right?" Midnight said, changing the subject.
Ruriska LOL!!! What a tease! XDDD
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 9:46 pm
Pink Lemonade ate the popsicle slowly, nibbling here and there, stopping every so often to ponder over the texture of it. It was really quite enjoyable. "Three out of three." She declared with a grin. Midnight Snack had obviously put a lot of work in with these three items. Though they only just become friends, she was proud of him. "Yes I do." She took another bite of the popsicle, very near the end of it now. "I was thinking that-aaah!" Her face squished up as she was struck by the very thing he had warned her about; brainfreeze! With effort she swallowed what she already had in her mouth and waited for the pain to pass.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:32 pm
Midnight Snack grinned with pride as she complimented his work and dove into a goofy bow, pretending to field compliments from an unseen audience. When he looked up, though, Pink Lemonade was squinting in pain from a brainfreeze, her nose scrunched up and her face twisted. The foal couldn't help but let out a helpless laugh at her expression. "Oh, geez! Always the last bite you think you can handle, huh?" He mimicked the expression himself, squinting and putting a hoof to his forehead. "Yeeowch!"
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:24 pm
"Oh you..." Pink Lemonade had managed to swallow the last bit of the icy popsicle and upon seeing the face Midnight Snack was making, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It even seemed to help clear the pain in her head.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:49 pm
Pink Lemonade's look was enough encouragement for Midnight Snack. He grinned goofily and righted himself, laughing slightly, himself. "You know, that is one of my favorite things to do, next to making people food -- seeing the faces they make when the flavor of something surprises them. Like when they don't know it'll be sour --" Midnight Snack contorted his face into a twisted 'o' of a mouth, his eyes squinted shut. "Or spicy--" He lolled his tongue out of his mouth and zoomed around back and forth, fanning himself with both his hooves, and then finally came back to a stop in front of Pink Lemonade. "Or bitter." And he lifted one part of his lip in a disgusted sneer and let his jaw hang open. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. What on earth was he doing, playing the fool in front of this pretty girl? But all the same, it was all silly and funny to him.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 5:29 pm
Pink Lemonade did not usually enjoy such silly shenanigans. If it had been her brother, she might have even told him to cut it out. Surely a business meeting required a little more seriousness. But with every face Midnight Snack, her laughter multiplied. She couldn’t even remember a time when she had laughed this much. Leaning on kitchen counter, she finally managed to turn her laughter into more acceptable giggles. “That was ridiculous.” She told him as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, but her tone was full of affection.
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