A Question of Taste (The Incredibles; Syndrome/Mirage; #5)

Jul 16, 2006 17:53

Title: A Question of Taste
Author: rhianwen_24601
Fandom: The Incredibles
Pairing: Syndrome/Mirage
Theme: #5 - strawberry jam
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, they don't like me.
Notes: Fairly AU, in that I don't recall there being any miniature hybrids of these two running around in the movie. Although, it would have been cute... XD


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Footfalls, soft, but impossibly loud in the late-night silence of a massive kitchen of almost entirely steel.

“Okay, I give up. What the hell is that?”

A brief pause, before the quite clink of spoon against saucer resumes.

“What, this? It's ice cream, Buddy.”

“No, I mean the red stuff on top.”

“Strawberry jam. You know, the same 'red stuff’ you smear on your toast every morning.”

A long silence, and dragging noises as a chair is pulled out.

“…sweetie? Are you pregnant?”

“Why, do I look it?”

“I didn't say that! But pregnant women always eat weird things.”

“Lots of people put jam on ice cream. It’s not that weird, Mr. Pickles and Mustard.”

“Hey! That’s practically mainstream compared to throwing a glob of jam on your ice cream.”

“It is not. It’s exactly like fruit-flavoured topping, Mr. Shrimp and Ketchup.”

“Hey, it’s just like cocktail sauce! And it was all we had. I was being practical. You’re just weird.”

“And where is the practicality in your Tia Maria-and-club-soda recipe?”

“If you’d just try it-”

“I will never, ever need to get drunk that badly.”

“Pfft…you’re so closed-minded, Alex.”

“I’m not the one starting an argument over ice cream and strawberry jam, Buddy.”

“Okay, okay, fine. You’re not weird, okay?”

“Thank-you. Oh, and by the way, you were right the first time, Papa.”

“…”

“Buddy?”

“…”

The noisy clatter of a chair knocked back in the scramble to get to the other side of the table.

“Buddy, are you alright?”

“…”

“Buddy, say somethi-mmph!”

A long moment, and several muffled attempts at speech, in time with sounds of cloth on cloth.

Finally, breathlessly,

“Well. I'm glad you're taking it well.”

A disbelieving, euphoric laugh.

“Man, a baby. How long will it be?”

“Before the baby's here? About seven months. Before you start wishing you could just trade us both in for a dog...probably three or four.”

“No way, babe. You can be as moody and hormonal as you want. It'll just be like living with me.”

“Well, that's sweet - I think - but-mmphffmphhh!”

A nearly audible glower, and a responding mischievous laugh.

“Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“Don't do that!”

A thoughtful pause.

“...hey, where are the bowls?”

“In the cupboard. The one where we keep the bowls. Why?”

“I think I'm gonna try your weird little recipe. The taste is kinda growing on me.”

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the incredibles, 005

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