|chibirisuchan (chibirisuchan) wrote in and_cupcakes,|
@ 2009-05-26 22:13:00
|Entry tags:||character: angeal, character: genesis, character: sephiroth, course: main dish, fandom: final fantasy vii|
Three takes on not-just-peanut-butter sandwiches
Angeal had always been more domesticated than a person would expect from the sword-callouses and the armor -- gardening just didn't quite fit the manly-man persona, but after having survived both Genesis and Zack in succession for three quarters of his life, he was pretty much tease-resistant through sheer sanity maintenance. And he had this garden, and he grew things, and then eventually he had his hands full of grown-things and he had to come up with something to do with them, so learning to cook was pretty much self-defense in the quest to keep his garden squads from overrunning the kitchen entirely.
Which was why Genesis was so utterly boggled to realize that for all his culinary skills, Angeal had been making himself the same lunch for the past eight years solid: peanut butter and jelly with a Banora apple, whatever vegetables were in season, and a thermos of tea with lemon. (Potato chips were deemed too unhealthy to have a place in a soldier's lunchbox.)
After about 45 minutes of ranting, histrionics, and incredulity, Angeal pointed out that it wasn't the same lunch for the past eight years.
After all, he kept three different flavors of jelly to choose from in the refrigerator.
Sephiroth, who'd been watching the proceedings in vaguely appalled fascination, had started bracing for the explosion even before Angeal had finished the sentence. Fortunately, his hair was long and pale enough to hide the iPod headphone cords. So while Genesis was dramatically flinging himself all over the furniture wailing at the heavens about the cosmic wrongness of a semigourmet chef's staggeringly uncreative (though presumably-well-liked if the recipe had lasted eight years) lunch monotony, he found a moment to plug the earbuds in and turn up the volume.
The argument was still going on when Sephiroth's shift ended. Angeal was mumbling something defensive about the biohazard levels of mayonnaise and unrefrigerated meat or fish. Genesis had fallen back on Act V -- the really melodramatic bits with hysteria and bloodshed from a couple of trigger-happy violence-prone prats who should have been court martialled and then sent to a squadron of psychiatrists for the next decade, in Sephiroth's admittedly less than unbiased opinion.
The next day, Genesis brought in the Properly Sophisticated Version of That Damned Sandwich (TM).