Drabble: Corny (Weiss Kreuz)
For lady-ganesh
Corny
"What is this?" Schuldig said, holding the offending article gingerly between finger and thumb.
"Corndog," Crawford said. "Food. You eat it."
Schuldig looked at him as if he had started speaking a new and unknown language. "And those?"
"Look, it's National Corndog Day. We are going to eat corndogs and tater-tots, and we are going to drink American beer. While watching basketball. Understood?"
"For this we broke from Eszett? Fine, fine. Show me the exotic ways of your people." He took a bite of corndog. "Reminds me of the Rosenkreuz canteen."
Crawford smirked. He'd known Schuldig would like American food.
Corny
"What is this?" Schuldig said, holding the offending article gingerly between finger and thumb.
"Corndog," Crawford said. "Food. You eat it."
Schuldig looked at him as if he had started speaking a new and unknown language. "And those?"
"Look, it's National Corndog Day. We are going to eat corndogs and tater-tots, and we are going to drink American beer. While watching basketball. Understood?"
"For this we broke from Eszett? Fine, fine. Show me the exotic ways of your people." He took a bite of corndog. "Reminds me of the Rosenkreuz canteen."
Crawford smirked. He'd known Schuldig would like American food.