[Leverage: Drabble] "Dinner Time" [G]
Title: Dinner Time
Prompt: writerverse challenge #12 February mini table of doom!!
Band Used: Trout Fishing in America
Lyric(s): Well, there’s crawfish to boil and catfish to fry/ Onions to cut and tears we must cry/ And cornbread goes perfect with red beans and rice/ So let’s go out dancing when the moon lights the sky (“Pretty Mary”)
Word Count: 216
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Leverage
Characters: Parker, Eliot Spencer
Summary: Parker helps to make dinner.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Dinner Time
“It’s a sense of accomplishment,” said Eliot, after a moment, looking up from filleting catfish over to where Parker sat on the countertop next to the sink, stirring a pot of beans. “Making something from scratch, with your own two hands.”
“Huh,” she said.
“Nah, I get it, man,” said Hardison, swiping at his eyes as he chopped a pile of onions. “The act of creation is one of the basic human drives, y’know. Makin’ food, especially. We all need to eat.”
“But you make stuff you don’t even like,” Parker protested. “And why do you always watch us eat things first?”
“Sense of accomplishment,” repeated Eliot. “Yeah, it’s great to cook something that comes out right, tastes good. But sometimes, it’s even better to make it for somebody else, to see the look on their face when they enjoy it.”
“Huh,” said Parker again, and moved her feet out of the way so he could check on the cornbread in the oven.
But an hour later, when they all sat down to dinner, she paused with her fork still in her hand, to watch Nate take his first bite of the beans she’d made and smile.
She smiled, too, and dug into her own plate-maybe there was something to this ‘accomplishment’ stuff after all.
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #12 February mini table of doom!!
Band Used: Trout Fishing in America
Lyric(s): Well, there’s crawfish to boil and catfish to fry/ Onions to cut and tears we must cry/ And cornbread goes perfect with red beans and rice/ So let’s go out dancing when the moon lights the sky (“Pretty Mary”)
Word Count: 216
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Leverage
Characters: Parker, Eliot Spencer
Summary: Parker helps to make dinner.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Dinner Time
“It’s a sense of accomplishment,” said Eliot, after a moment, looking up from filleting catfish over to where Parker sat on the countertop next to the sink, stirring a pot of beans. “Making something from scratch, with your own two hands.”
“Huh,” she said.
“Nah, I get it, man,” said Hardison, swiping at his eyes as he chopped a pile of onions. “The act of creation is one of the basic human drives, y’know. Makin’ food, especially. We all need to eat.”
“But you make stuff you don’t even like,” Parker protested. “And why do you always watch us eat things first?”
“Sense of accomplishment,” repeated Eliot. “Yeah, it’s great to cook something that comes out right, tastes good. But sometimes, it’s even better to make it for somebody else, to see the look on their face when they enjoy it.”
“Huh,” said Parker again, and moved her feet out of the way so he could check on the cornbread in the oven.
But an hour later, when they all sat down to dinner, she paused with her fork still in her hand, to watch Nate take his first bite of the beans she’d made and smile.
She smiled, too, and dug into her own plate-maybe there was something to this ‘accomplishment’ stuff after all.
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy