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tamingthemuseTitle: Barbecue
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: Prompt 431 - Spatchcock
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Pearl cautiously crossed the threshold leading her into the garden. She eyed the smoke coming out of the metallic sphere suspiciously "What are you doing?"
Pearl cautiously crossed the threshold leading her into the garden. She eyed the smoke coming out of the metallic sphere suspiciously "What are you doing?"
"We're having a barbecue," Mike exclaimed. He turned to face her, his cheeks flushed form the heat of the smoke.
"A barbecue," she asked, enunciating each syllable one at a time, trying the new word on her tongue.
"Don't tell me you've never had a barbecue?" He looked at her bewildered as if such a thing had never been heard of before.
She shook her head. Mike laughed. "Well young girl, you're in for a treat!"
"What is a barbecue?"
"It's surprise," he teased her. "I'm not gonna spoil the surprise by telling you."
"I can always ask Miranda," Pearl pointed out.
"Go and ask her then." Mike was smiling at her still, daring her to be true to her words.
"I will," she insisted but she remained where she was, her eyes drifting to the big metal ball. Smoke was still drifting out of its middle where there seemed to be a seal of some sort.
"Now go away, I need to work on it." Mike walked closer to her and blocked her view. She tried to move to the side but he took her by the shoulders and spun her around.
"But...," she tried to protest.
"No but. This is a surprise young lady." He pushed her gently back inside. "What you should be doing is check on Miranda. It isn't wise to leave her in the kitchen for long if you want an edible salad."
Pearl peaked once more at the smoking metal before sighing. Mike was right. If she wanted to eat something decent for lunch she really had to check up on Miranda. She headed back for the kitchen intending to ask Miranda about this mysterious barbecue when she heard Mike yell, "Miranda! Don't tell her what's a barbecue!" She turned back and saw Mike grinning at her.
She shook her head. When she reached the kitchen, Miranda was waiting for her, leaning against the counter. "So I'm not supposed to tell you what a barbecue is?"
"Apparently not," Pearl confirmed. "But..."
"I'm not telling," Miranda cut her off before she could try to persuade her otherwise. Pearl shook her head once more. "Anyway, we have a salad to worry about. I was going to get involved with it if you hadn't come back and we all know what that would have meant," she joked. She took Pearl's hand in hers and let her back to the uncut vegetables. "Now, what do I chop," she asked grabbing the knife. She was so eager that Pearl forgot about the smoke and the metal ball for an instant and set to control her friend's enthusiasm in the kitchen as it unfortunately never translated in anything tasty.
Half an hour later, she heard Mike calling them from the garden. She walked back to it with the bowl of salad in her hand, Miranda behind her with a set of plates and cutlery. The ball was smoking much less than earlier. It almost look like it was emanating its last breaths.
"Leave it all on the table," he ordered when the girls walked into the garden. They obeyed. "Ready," he asked when everything was set.
"Wait," Miranda exclaimed. She placed her hands in front of Pearl's eyes. "Hey," she protested but Miranda pressed her body against her back, trapping her in her arms. Mike laughed.
"Three," he started to count down. "Two." He stopped for a second. "One!"
Miranda's hand flew away from her face to settle on her hands as if to hold her still against her. Mike was beaming at them, half of the ball held in his hand. The smoke that has been trapped inside dissipated slowly and as Pearl leaned cautiously forward she could see a flat chicken laid out on a grill.
"This is a chicken," she observed almost disappointed.
Mike laughed. "This," he started pointing to the chicken, "is a barbecued chicken."
"And it tastes delicious," Miranda added. "So let's eat." She grabbed Pearl's hand more firmly and led her back to the table but she resisted and went in the opposite direction. Miranda let her hand slip away. Pearl leaned closer to the half metal ball. Mike was still holding the other one in his hand.
"So this is a barbecue?" She pointed to the metallic object that has let out so much smoke earlier.
"It is," Mike replied. "And it cooks delicious food as Miranda pointed out.
"Ok," Pearl answered tentatively.
"Go to the table. I'll convince you in a minute."
Pearl obeyed. She sat at the table, eying every gesture of Mike. This new way of cooking food was new to her. It reminded her of food cooked on the altars of the forest but she had never been allowed to taste those. They had been intended for the gods and high ranking priests. But here it was different. It seemed to be creating food for the enjoyment of all.
"Taste this." Mike was at the table now, handing her a fork with some of the chicken tucked in.
She took it carefully and slowly placed it into her mouth. As she closed her lips and started to chew on the meat, she felt an explosion of new savour against her tongue. There was the distinctive taste of chicken but there was a definite added smokiness to it and a tenderness she had never known to the meat before. She smiled as she swallowed the last of it.
"I like barbecue," she proclaimed, forcing the words into her new vocabulary. She felt it had the potential of becoming a new favourite. Barbecue, she thought trying the words out in her thoughts.
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: Prompt 431 - Spatchcock
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Pearl cautiously crossed the threshold leading her into the garden. She eyed the smoke coming out of the metallic sphere suspiciously "What are you doing?"
Pearl cautiously crossed the threshold leading her into the garden. She eyed the smoke coming out of the metallic sphere suspiciously "What are you doing?"
"We're having a barbecue," Mike exclaimed. He turned to face her, his cheeks flushed form the heat of the smoke.
"A barbecue," she asked, enunciating each syllable one at a time, trying the new word on her tongue.
"Don't tell me you've never had a barbecue?" He looked at her bewildered as if such a thing had never been heard of before.
She shook her head. Mike laughed. "Well young girl, you're in for a treat!"
"What is a barbecue?"
"It's surprise," he teased her. "I'm not gonna spoil the surprise by telling you."
"I can always ask Miranda," Pearl pointed out.
"Go and ask her then." Mike was smiling at her still, daring her to be true to her words.
"I will," she insisted but she remained where she was, her eyes drifting to the big metal ball. Smoke was still drifting out of its middle where there seemed to be a seal of some sort.
"Now go away, I need to work on it." Mike walked closer to her and blocked her view. She tried to move to the side but he took her by the shoulders and spun her around.
"But...," she tried to protest.
"No but. This is a surprise young lady." He pushed her gently back inside. "What you should be doing is check on Miranda. It isn't wise to leave her in the kitchen for long if you want an edible salad."
Pearl peaked once more at the smoking metal before sighing. Mike was right. If she wanted to eat something decent for lunch she really had to check up on Miranda. She headed back for the kitchen intending to ask Miranda about this mysterious barbecue when she heard Mike yell, "Miranda! Don't tell her what's a barbecue!" She turned back and saw Mike grinning at her.
She shook her head. When she reached the kitchen, Miranda was waiting for her, leaning against the counter. "So I'm not supposed to tell you what a barbecue is?"
"Apparently not," Pearl confirmed. "But..."
"I'm not telling," Miranda cut her off before she could try to persuade her otherwise. Pearl shook her head once more. "Anyway, we have a salad to worry about. I was going to get involved with it if you hadn't come back and we all know what that would have meant," she joked. She took Pearl's hand in hers and let her back to the uncut vegetables. "Now, what do I chop," she asked grabbing the knife. She was so eager that Pearl forgot about the smoke and the metal ball for an instant and set to control her friend's enthusiasm in the kitchen as it unfortunately never translated in anything tasty.
Half an hour later, she heard Mike calling them from the garden. She walked back to it with the bowl of salad in her hand, Miranda behind her with a set of plates and cutlery. The ball was smoking much less than earlier. It almost look like it was emanating its last breaths.
"Leave it all on the table," he ordered when the girls walked into the garden. They obeyed. "Ready," he asked when everything was set.
"Wait," Miranda exclaimed. She placed her hands in front of Pearl's eyes. "Hey," she protested but Miranda pressed her body against her back, trapping her in her arms. Mike laughed.
"Three," he started to count down. "Two." He stopped for a second. "One!"
Miranda's hand flew away from her face to settle on her hands as if to hold her still against her. Mike was beaming at them, half of the ball held in his hand. The smoke that has been trapped inside dissipated slowly and as Pearl leaned cautiously forward she could see a flat chicken laid out on a grill.
"This is a chicken," she observed almost disappointed.
Mike laughed. "This," he started pointing to the chicken, "is a barbecued chicken."
"And it tastes delicious," Miranda added. "So let's eat." She grabbed Pearl's hand more firmly and led her back to the table but she resisted and went in the opposite direction. Miranda let her hand slip away. Pearl leaned closer to the half metal ball. Mike was still holding the other one in his hand.
"So this is a barbecue?" She pointed to the metallic object that has let out so much smoke earlier.
"It is," Mike replied. "And it cooks delicious food as Miranda pointed out.
"Ok," Pearl answered tentatively.
"Go to the table. I'll convince you in a minute."
Pearl obeyed. She sat at the table, eying every gesture of Mike. This new way of cooking food was new to her. It reminded her of food cooked on the altars of the forest but she had never been allowed to taste those. They had been intended for the gods and high ranking priests. But here it was different. It seemed to be creating food for the enjoyment of all.
"Taste this." Mike was at the table now, handing her a fork with some of the chicken tucked in.
She took it carefully and slowly placed it into her mouth. As she closed her lips and started to chew on the meat, she felt an explosion of new savour against her tongue. There was the distinctive taste of chicken but there was a definite added smokiness to it and a tenderness she had never known to the meat before. She smiled as she swallowed the last of it.
"I like barbecue," she proclaimed, forcing the words into her new vocabulary. She felt it had the potential of becoming a new favourite. Barbecue, she thought trying the words out in her thoughts.
