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Hero Sandwich Cooking With the Legendary - Episode One - Ratatouille
It had started out as an aside. A momentary divergence. It was the butterfly flapping a single wing and by this gentle
waft of Monarch breeze, precipitated a great storm, three earthquakes, a tidal wave, two chipped nails, and a world wide shortage of Vidalia onions.
Morgan blamed Gordon Ramsay; and hoped that their shared
Scotts heritage would not somehow rub off on him; at least in this matter.
Bella had been taking a moment between missions to partake
of a quick meal in the Legendary base. A quick meal for Bella often involved two plates and sufficient food for
several, lesser mortals. While eating, the Spanish heroine had been watching Kitchen Nightmares. Softly smiling at the torrents of abuse gushed outward. She did not practice, or perhaps
did not even approve of, Ramsay's leadership methods, but did find that they were complimentary to her flame fuelled digestion.
Others had passed through the recreation room, some staying
longer than others, some bringing their own meals in. The array was rather exceptional.
Bella's plate buried under crudités and various tapas, Catorce's reheated enchiladas, smelling better than any re-heated Mexican food had any
right to. There was even Superball's white bread and mustard sandwich, that while questionable, must have had some
graces given the enthusiastic sounds that the blue-haired hero made while consuming it.
Someone, Morgan could not remember who, had mentioned in
passing that it would be interesting to share some recipes and cooking techniques as a team. It had seemed such a
harmless comment. It had been agreed on in the general, but hardly in the specific, the meal had concluded, and
everyone had gone their separate ways. The incident almost immediately forgotten.
Perhaps a week later, a memo had appeared on all
communicators. The first of what was to be a series of Legendary recipe swaps was to take place the following
day. As omens went it seemed rather uninspired. A rain of frogs, dogs and cats
living together, or the first male child in the household growing three feet - and eighteen toes; all would have been far better harbingers to what had been
unleashed. The memo only appeared harmless.
* * *
"Wow.
Lora'lai has been busy." Wide Receiver commented. The small kitchen
that served the Legendary's base had been given a significant overhaul and now gleamed with the reflections of clear, white, light off a polished marble
counter and chromed accessories. The refrigerator, microwave and stove had been replaced with top of the line,
gleaming, industrial, devices and a variety of blenders, mixers and pasta makers were arranged like soldiers on a shelf against the far wall. Pots and skillets hung down from a rack suspended over the counter. It was
magnificent.
"Great job Lora."
Evangelia echoed. The leader of the Legendary scanned the faces around her.
It had been an excellent turn out; Wide, Min, Superball, Bella, Morgan, Terrance, Brightsky, Mag Light, Pooky, Emerald Blast, Australis, Gamma, Terrance, Yukiyo. All the carefully laid out
seats had been filled and even more members were crushed in the back; including several members of affiliated supergroups.
She couldn't even take a head count from the press of bodies. It was a full house. The clock chimed seven.
"Thank you all for coming." Evangelia stood and turned to face the, it could only really be called a mob, of heroes.
"We don't often get a chance to get together for purely social reasons, and this seemed like as good a reason as any.
Before we get started, I wanted to thank Lora'Lai for arranging this and…"
"I didn't arrange this." Lora'Lai raised an eyebrow. "I thought it was your idea Eva."
"No." Eva
looked confused for just a moment. "When I saw the requisition of the new kitchen and the memo about the event, I
just assumed that you had arranged it."
"I thought you silenced the guard." Morgan said calmly, his stoic expression hiding a growing concern.
"Shizuru."
"No."
Shizuru admitted slowly.
"Bonjour mes braves." The kitchen door opened and Jackie stalked into the kitchen, her high heels tapping against the freshly laid times. "I am… intensely gratified to see so many of you here for our first session. Good
food is my second favorite sensual vice; especially when shared with an enthusiastic group."
Min reached over and shut Wide's mouth with an audible
clop. The reaction was understandable. Jackie was wearing a neatly pressed,
white cotton apron, but very low at the front, and very short at the hips. Presumably it was tied behind her back in a
large bow, the loops visible on either side of her hips. Jackie's figure was barely contained by the outfit, her
magnificent cleavage enhanced even more, and her long, shapely legs displayed to advantage by elegant high heels.
"Is she wearing anything underneath
that?" Terrance whispered.
"I can't tell." Shizuru leaned left and then right slightly.
"You arranged this?" Eva asked. Trying to meet Jackie's eyes behind the mirrored visor the tall French
heroine wore. It was made all the more difficult as at six foot, two inches, Jackie towered over Eva. It was hard to meet here eyes. Other things had a tendency to get in the way.
"Oui."
Jackie said. "I submitted the request through the required channels. I
will admit to being gratified, of course I usually end of highly gratified, that it was acted upon with such alacrity.
This kitchen? Magnifique."
Eva took it in stride.
They had been played. It was an inside job. Knowing who made it all
fall into place. Jackie was telling the truth, or at least her version of it. A
version that would stand up in a court of law. If not other places. The
inadvertent entendre in her mind did not help. The memos and requisitions had looked like had been submitted by
Lora'Lai, the precise use of language. Not a forgery, but a phasmid. They
looked so much like Lora'Lai's submissions that she had signed off on them without confirming the source. A
hole in their operational security that would be addressed after this meeting.
Jackie turned slightly offering a half glimpse of her
profile, and the notable absence of any thing resembling a bra strap. She leant down slightly, moving her shoulders in
a casual, sinuous fashion to highlight her cleavage. She straightened, holding up a basket that bulged with
produce.
"Ratatouille is perhaps the classic French
dish." Jackie said, her voice husky. "While it might seem simple, it
displays amazing depth, versatility and imagination. Each person who experiments with it will add their own personal
touch to the experience; perhaps even sharing with others in a mutually beneficial fashion."
Hero Sandwich Cooking With the Legendary - Episode One - Ratatouille
It had started out as an aside. A momentary divergence. It was the butterfly flapping a single wing and by this gentle
waft of Monarch breeze, precipitated a great storm, three earthquakes, a tidal wave, two chipped nails, and a world wide shortage of Vidalia onions.
Morgan blamed Gordon Ramsay; and hoped that their shared
Scotts heritage would not somehow rub off on him; at least in this matter.
Bella had been taking a moment between missions to partake
of a quick meal in the Legendary base. A quick meal for Bella often involved two plates and sufficient food for
several, lesser mortals. While eating, the Spanish heroine had been watching Kitchen Nightmares. Softly smiling at the torrents of abuse gushed outward. She did not practice, or perhaps
did not even approve of, Ramsay's leadership methods, but did find that they were complimentary to her flame fuelled digestion.
Others had passed through the recreation room, some staying
longer than others, some bringing their own meals in. The array was rather exceptional.
Bella's plate buried under crudités and various tapas, Catorce's reheated enchiladas, smelling better than any re-heated Mexican food had any
right to. There was even Superball's white bread and mustard sandwich, that while questionable, must have had some
graces given the enthusiastic sounds that the blue-haired hero made while consuming it.
Someone, Morgan could not remember who, had mentioned in
passing that it would be interesting to share some recipes and cooking techniques as a team. It had seemed such a
harmless comment. It had been agreed on in the general, but hardly in the specific, the meal had concluded, and
everyone had gone their separate ways. The incident almost immediately forgotten.
Perhaps a week later, a memo had appeared on all
communicators. The first of what was to be a series of Legendary recipe swaps was to take place the following
day. As omens went it seemed rather uninspired. A rain of frogs, dogs and cats
living together, or the first male child in the household growing three feet - and eighteen toes; all would have been far better harbingers to what had been
unleashed. The memo only appeared harmless.
* * *
"Wow.
Lora'lai has been busy." Wide Receiver commented. The small kitchen
that served the Legendary's base had been given a significant overhaul and now gleamed with the reflections of clear, white, light off a polished marble
counter and chromed accessories. The refrigerator, microwave and stove had been replaced with top of the line,
gleaming, industrial, devices and a variety of blenders, mixers and pasta makers were arranged like soldiers on a shelf against the far wall. Pots and skillets hung down from a rack suspended over the counter. It was
magnificent.
"Great job Lora."
Evangelia echoed. The leader of the Legendary scanned the faces around her.
It had been an excellent turn out; Wide, Min, Superball, Bella, Morgan, Terrance, Brightsky, Mag Light, Pooky, Emerald Blast, Australis, Gamma, Terrance, Yukiyo. All the carefully laid out
seats had been filled and even more members were crushed in the back; including several members of affiliated supergroups.
She couldn't even take a head count from the press of bodies. It was a full house. The clock chimed seven.
"Thank you all for coming." Evangelia stood and turned to face the, it could only really be called a mob, of heroes.
"We don't often get a chance to get together for purely social reasons, and this seemed like as good a reason as any.
Before we get started, I wanted to thank Lora'Lai for arranging this and…"
"I didn't arrange this." Lora'Lai raised an eyebrow. "I thought it was your idea Eva."
"No." Eva
looked confused for just a moment. "When I saw the requisition of the new kitchen and the memo about the event, I
just assumed that you had arranged it."
"I thought you silenced the guard." Morgan said calmly, his stoic expression hiding a growing concern.
"Shizuru."
"No."
Shizuru admitted slowly.
"Bonjour mes braves." The kitchen door opened and Jackie stalked into the kitchen, her high heels tapping against the freshly laid times. "I am… intensely gratified to see so many of you here for our first session. Good
food is my second favorite sensual vice; especially when shared with an enthusiastic group."
Min reached over and shut Wide's mouth with an audible
clop. The reaction was understandable. Jackie was wearing a neatly pressed,
white cotton apron, but very low at the front, and very short at the hips. Presumably it was tied behind her back in a
large bow, the loops visible on either side of her hips. Jackie's figure was barely contained by the outfit, her
magnificent cleavage enhanced even more, and her long, shapely legs displayed to advantage by elegant high heels.
"Is she wearing anything underneath
that?" Terrance whispered.
"I can't tell." Shizuru leaned left and then right slightly.
"You arranged this?" Eva asked. Trying to meet Jackie's eyes behind the mirrored visor the tall French
heroine wore. It was made all the more difficult as at six foot, two inches, Jackie towered over Eva. It was hard to meet here eyes. Other things had a tendency to get in the way.
"Oui."
Jackie said. "I submitted the request through the required channels. I
will admit to being gratified, of course I usually end of highly gratified, that it was acted upon with such alacrity.
This kitchen? Magnifique."
Eva took it in stride.
They had been played. It was an inside job. Knowing who made it all
fall into place. Jackie was telling the truth, or at least her version of it. A
version that would stand up in a court of law. If not other places. The
inadvertent entendre in her mind did not help. The memos and requisitions had looked like had been submitted by
Lora'Lai, the precise use of language. Not a forgery, but a phasmid. They
looked so much like Lora'Lai's submissions that she had signed off on them without confirming the source. A
hole in their operational security that would be addressed after this meeting.
Jackie turned slightly offering a half glimpse of her
profile, and the notable absence of any thing resembling a bra strap. She leant down slightly, moving her shoulders in
a casual, sinuous fashion to highlight her cleavage. She straightened, holding up a basket that bulged with
produce.
"Ratatouille is perhaps the classic French
dish." Jackie said, her voice husky. "While it might seem simple, it
displays amazing depth, versatility and imagination. Each person who experiments with it will add their own personal
touch to the experience; perhaps even sharing with others in a mutually beneficial fashion."