"Aesthetic? Gastronomical? Flight of fancy?"

Written By: Keiran

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters... Shame about that.

"Aesthetic? Gastronomical? Flight of fancy?"

Duo was sitting in the living room, his feet dangling from the couch leisurely. He had been forbidden to enter the kitchen ever since Heero had declared an emergency. The thought made him snort. What was Heero afraid of, that the stuffing would spring up and eat him? Eating was such an affair in this household; fortunately his lover was satisfied if a dish passed through a test the first time he’d done it, or else it would be hell.

… But since Heero had made it his personal mission to cook up new ideas every other day, there was a lot of things to curse at.

The braided man sighed. He wasn’t a sophisticated eater: anything that got the necessary calories into his stomach was good. Sure, he wasn’t going to protest when he was being served French onion soup, based on a home-made broth, with garlic-and-cheese bread for starters, but having to endure Wufei grumbling about having to act as a laboratory rat, wasn’t doing wonders for his appetite.

Speaking of Wufei - the doorbell rang in a manner strongly suggesting the person on the other side was less than calm.

“Hello Wuffers,” Duo greeted, opening the door. The black-haired man eyeballed him silently while walking in.

“You had better prepare *three* plates, Yuy, or you’re going to suffer!” he hissed rather loudly. Duo smirked. He could tell Wufei didn’t mind all that much, especially since Heero was a damn good cook. The tousled hair poked out the kitchen door, zeroing in on the oriental man.

“Wufei,” he greeted. “In here.”

Wufei cast a glance at Duo, who shrugged in response. “Don’t ask me, he hasn’t told me what he’s making, as usual, and he hasn’t let me into the kitchen since.”

The kitchen door, Wufei decided, should have a sign ‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here’. He shivered slightly, contemplating what was the nature of today’s problem. Aesthetic? Gastronomical? Flight of fancy?

Heero was standing in the middle of the kitchen, with a look of mistrust, bewilderment and utter disbelief on his face. He looked into a bowl filled with yellowish-white substance, marked by a darker yellow, glassy square. On the counter lay a mold of dough, rolled thin and cut into circles. As soon as Wufei entered the bowl was thrust into his face, along with a spoon.

‘Aesthetic, then,’ the black-haired man decided. The goop in the bowl didn’t look appetizing. Nevertheless, he picked up the spoon and carefully delivered a bit of the mystery goop into his mouth.

Hm… He had never tasted anything quite like it. He distinctively felt some fried onion, but the rest of the blend was a mystery. “It’s good, if a little odd,” he said finally. “What’s in it?” Heero frowned.

“Onions, potatoes and cottage cheese,” he replied. Wufei raised a brow.

“Where did you get that recipe?”

“The web.”

“Well, I’d say it’s safe to go,” Wufei declared, leaning against the counter. Heero glared at him in response.

“I know! I haven't finished yet!”

“Then why did you call me?” the black-eyed man asked incredulously. Occasionally it happened that Heero made a dish that didn’t involve much tampering, like salads for example; tasting wouldn’t be required. Wufei watched with growing disbelief as the chef shuffled to his feet, getting a bit red in the face.

“The recipe says that I put this,” he indicated the goop, “into the dough.” The other man cast a glance to the counter, understanding dawning.

“Ah, like dumplings. And?” More shuffling.

“I don’t know how,” Heero muttered finally, the blush getting darker.

Wufei stared. ‘The immediate future,’ he decided, ‘includes me rolling on the floor. Laughing.’

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