Haha, so, I got up this morning to--obviously--get some form of food. There was that weird smell in the air where you know something is going down in the kitchen, but, you're a bit nervous about finding out what.
It was--again--a strange surprise to see Gar and Diana in the kitchen. First of all, seeing Diana in the kitchen cooking something is never good--though Bruce is worse; no one in my family can cook worth a hill of beans. I don't know what it is, exactly. But anyway, I hadn't even gotten three feet across the marble floor when Gar announced that he and Diana were inventing a new muffin.
The blueberry-chocolate chip-banana nut-pumpkin muffin.
I feel kind of bad now, because I laughed. Then I realized he was being completely serious. ...oops.
So the muffins came out of the oven. Burned; courtesy a-la Diana. Once we cracked the layer of crust off and managed to eat the actual muffin...well, we'll just say that the combination of flavors did not work well together at all. Ace even ran out of the room with his tail between his legs. I guess this is a bit of a sign that we need to continue to allow Alfred to man the kitchen. And I'm lucky Lune's around to cook for us back at Fourside. Fina burns anything you put in front of her and Tiff...burns herself.
I guess it's a perk of being vegetarian. Most of your food is best served raw.
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