What I learned at Work! - part 2
Mar. 13th, 2005 01:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norcumiSo, anyone recall that snippet I wrote a while ago, with Steve giggling over things I've discovered at work?
He's at it again. This is vaguely chronologically after the first one, and I'm trying to keep with that timing. All comments welcome.
This one is for Shale, because I do think she needs a hug.
"Hey, how can a guy who's done a good night's work on patrol get food - ewww! What are those???!" Steve stopped only 2 paces into the kitchen, staring at the dark, vaguely purplish ovals piled on cutting boards along with salad mixings and assorted bowls. He glared in horror at the piles before turning the look to Jerry and Art, simply shaking his head in disbelief.
The pair, however, just exchanged a look with each other. Finally, Jerry heaved a sigh and picked up a purple slice. "These," she declared calmly, "are beets. We do try to put them in salads, because some of us old fogies happen to occasionally have a liking for them. You kids don't seem to mind when it's all hidden under lettuce and dressing."
"Well, yeah." Steve blinked and almost absentmindedly took a ridiculously large, clearly fake gold-and-clear-stone ring off his hand and stuff it into the pocket of his shorts. "But beets in their native state... nuh uh. Gross." He took a large step away from the table, only to face the can opener hanging from the wall, a large can declaring "BEETS" settled on the counter underneath it. The blue gargoyle squeaked and pretended to shy away, then paused and peered into the can. After a moment, he solemnly dipped a talon into it. Pulling his hand out, he stared at the liquid covering his talon for a moment, then began to giggle. As he reached for a napkin and started to use the wet finger to doodle on it, Art just shook his head, looked at his mate, and upon meeting an equally long-suffering look, they both turned back to fixing a meal for the clan.
The kitchen settled into a comfortable silence for a bit, broken by the occasional giggle from Steve, the random grunt from Art to Jerry, or a soft "hmm' in return to the web-winged gargoyle.
This pleasant interlude was broken when Steve abruptly turned to walk over to the doorway and bellow "HEY MEG!"
"Holy Crap!" rang out right back, making Steve jump back. A moment later, Frank stormed in, glaring around and wiggling a finger in his ear. "Steeeeeve," he growled.
"WHAT?!"
Both Steve and Frank turned to see an irritated Meg standing in the doorway, looking back and forth and clearly ready to pummel her brother. Steve looked at Frank and held up a single talon before turning to the counter. He picked up the former can of beets, then solemnly turned and dumped the contents over Meg's head.
The shriek might not have been heard for miles, but it certainly managed to shock everyone else in the kitchen. While Meg sputtered helplessly, Steve turned to a rather stunned Frank, and grinned. "So does this mean Megan is beet colored, or beets are Megan colored?"
After a moment of gaping, Frank just doubled over with laughter. Meg snarled at Steve, then stomped out of the room. Steve just shrugged at Art and Jerry, both of whom were trying to hid their snickers as they started getting him a mop and bucket of water.
This one brought to you by the obvious. Also by dropping some beet juice on my nice new running shoes, so I now have light pink shoes.
Sadly enough, I've got a ton of these. Ficbits, not shoes. ;)
He's at it again. This is vaguely chronologically after the first one, and I'm trying to keep with that timing. All comments welcome.
This one is for Shale, because I do think she needs a hug.
"Hey, how can a guy who's done a good night's work on patrol get food - ewww! What are those???!" Steve stopped only 2 paces into the kitchen, staring at the dark, vaguely purplish ovals piled on cutting boards along with salad mixings and assorted bowls. He glared in horror at the piles before turning the look to Jerry and Art, simply shaking his head in disbelief.
The pair, however, just exchanged a look with each other. Finally, Jerry heaved a sigh and picked up a purple slice. "These," she declared calmly, "are beets. We do try to put them in salads, because some of us old fogies happen to occasionally have a liking for them. You kids don't seem to mind when it's all hidden under lettuce and dressing."
"Well, yeah." Steve blinked and almost absentmindedly took a ridiculously large, clearly fake gold-and-clear-stone ring off his hand and stuff it into the pocket of his shorts. "But beets in their native state... nuh uh. Gross." He took a large step away from the table, only to face the can opener hanging from the wall, a large can declaring "BEETS" settled on the counter underneath it. The blue gargoyle squeaked and pretended to shy away, then paused and peered into the can. After a moment, he solemnly dipped a talon into it. Pulling his hand out, he stared at the liquid covering his talon for a moment, then began to giggle. As he reached for a napkin and started to use the wet finger to doodle on it, Art just shook his head, looked at his mate, and upon meeting an equally long-suffering look, they both turned back to fixing a meal for the clan.
The kitchen settled into a comfortable silence for a bit, broken by the occasional giggle from Steve, the random grunt from Art to Jerry, or a soft "hmm' in return to the web-winged gargoyle.
This pleasant interlude was broken when Steve abruptly turned to walk over to the doorway and bellow "HEY MEG!"
"Holy Crap!" rang out right back, making Steve jump back. A moment later, Frank stormed in, glaring around and wiggling a finger in his ear. "Steeeeeve," he growled.
"WHAT?!"
Both Steve and Frank turned to see an irritated Meg standing in the doorway, looking back and forth and clearly ready to pummel her brother. Steve looked at Frank and held up a single talon before turning to the counter. He picked up the former can of beets, then solemnly turned and dumped the contents over Meg's head.
The shriek might not have been heard for miles, but it certainly managed to shock everyone else in the kitchen. While Meg sputtered helplessly, Steve turned to a rather stunned Frank, and grinned. "So does this mean Megan is beet colored, or beets are Megan colored?"
After a moment of gaping, Frank just doubled over with laughter. Meg snarled at Steve, then stomped out of the room. Steve just shrugged at Art and Jerry, both of whom were trying to hid their snickers as they started getting him a mop and bucket of water.
This one brought to you by the obvious. Also by dropping some beet juice on my nice new running shoes, so I now have light pink shoes.
Sadly enough, I've got a ton of these. Ficbits, not shoes. ;)
