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jennytork ([info]jennytork) wrote in [info]fanfic100,
@ 2007-12-18 18:59:00

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Current location:office
Current mood: cold
Current music:Dora the Explorer from the next room

Elemental Who. 039. Taste
Title: The Last Challenge.
Fandom: The Elemental Who
Characters: All four.
Prompt: 039. Taste.
Word Count: 305
Rating: PG for one bad word (Fan rating K+)
Summary: A slice of life at the Loft -- a family meeting.



1968

The Who had been sharing a house for four months when they sat down to have a family meeting.

These family meetings were becoming a regular occurrence. They were a calm and efficient way to discover and solve whatever problems cropped up in the course of learning how to live together as what Pete affectionately called “a bastard sort of family.”

Pete had called this one. They sat and he tapped the table with a long forefinger. “We’re not in trouble yet,” he began with no preamble, “but if we keep going the way we are, we will be.”

John picked up one of the file folders, while Keith and Roger looked at each other, then back at Pete. “What are you talking about?” Keith asked.

“Our finances,” John rumbled as he read the folder. “Looks like the mortgage is coming along just fine. All our bills are getting paid – Pete, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is, we’re eating out three meals a day,” Pete sighed. “We’ll eventually go broke if we keep it up.”

Frowning, Keith scratched his arm. “Well, Pete – it’s not like any of us can cook.”

John closed the folder. “Maybe it’s time to learn. Because he’s right – that’s cutting into our money faster than anything else.”

“Even your wardrobe and collections?” Roger teased.

“Shut up,” John said with no change of expression, but then he joined in the laughter.

Several weeks and several false starts later, each one of the Who was a fairly competent cook. While the fare would still sometimes taste of sawdust or charcoal – or worse, nothing at all – more often than not, now, they ate better than ever.

And it was sweeter for two reasons. They were saving money, and learning new skills in the process.

It was also wonderful teasing fodder – but that’s another story.

END


My Tables , where you can find the previous stories in both this and the Power Monkees 100 series. I am writing them in order.


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