Just a SHORT short Drabble for your amusement.
Title: Food Games
Pairing(s): None.
Rating: G! What? Rated G fics exist?
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cabin Pressure because I am no where NEAR as awesome as John Finnemore or the BEEBEECEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Summary: Douglas and Martin are bored and play a word game. Arthur joins.
Author's Note: I was reading through prompts in the prompt meme, and was going to fill one about Arthur gambling, and then this happened, instead.
Words: <500
“Octopus.”
“Salad”
“Danish”
“Hamburger”
“Rice”
“ANOTHER E?!” Martin removes his cap in frustration and tangles his fingers in his hair. “For the sake of keeping the game alive, I at least TRIED to refrain from using E’s!”
Douglas sits back in his chair, his syrupy grin never leaving his face, “And for the sake of keeping myself alive, I continue to use as many E’s just to watch you struggle.”
“Well, I’ve already used every variant of ‘egg’ available to me. Egg-salad, Eggplant, eggs-Benedict…”
“Eggs-Benedict…” Douglas repeats, “I applaud you for that one. I didn’t realize you knew that particular dish.”
“Yes, well,” Martin says, with an air of dignity in his voice, “It just came to me, is all.”
Before Douglas can get another word in, he is stopped by the only voice that constantly drips with smiles, “’Allo chaps!”
“’Morning, Arthur.”
“What game were you two playing just now?” Arthur says, shutting the door to the cabin behind him and rocking back and forth from heel to toe.
Martin replaces his captain’s cap and says brightly, “It’s a food word game. Player one says a food, and the next player has to say a food with the first letter starting with the last letter of the previous item.”
“Okay!” Arthur says brightly, “What?”
Douglas sighs, “For instance, if Martin here says ‘Hamburger,’ the last letter is an ‘R’ so my word would have to start with an ‘R.’ Therefore, I choose the word, ‘Rice.’ So now Martin has to come up with a food that begins with the last letter in ‘Rice.’ Understand?”
Arthur’s features brighten, “Ah, I get it! So…. ‘S’!”
“Or, an E…” Douglas narrows his eyes.
“Rice-eeeeee….” Arthur tries the word out on his tongue, “No, no, I don’t quite get it. Rice definitely ends in ‘S’."
“Oh Nevermind!” Martin turns back toward the front of the cabin, glaring out the window of the cockpit. “We’ve exhausted this game, anyway.”
Douglas looks up at Martin from his smug position at the console, “Oh? You’re just mad because you can’t find another food beginning with the letter ‘E’ other than variants of ‘egg.’”
“I am not!”
“Are too.”
“Am not. There are loads of ‘E’ foods! Like… like… oh, like Eel!”
“Brilliant, Skip!”
“Yes, I dare-say…” Douglas says, “Shall we let Arthur try the next word?”
“Oh yes. What’s my letter then, ‘L’? Hmm…” Arthur contorts his face for a moment to think, “Lemon!”
“Very good, Arthur!” Douglas interjects, “And… Noodle.”
Martin’s jaw drops, “That’s not fair. You can’t just have ONE noodle. It’s plural. My letter is ‘S’.”
“But Martin…” Douglas feigns innocence, “I didn’t say noodles. I said noodle. Singular. Your letter is ‘E’.”
“I hate you so much.”
Pairing(s): None.
Rating: G! What? Rated G fics exist?
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cabin Pressure because I am no where NEAR as awesome as John Finnemore or the BEEBEECEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Summary: Douglas and Martin are bored and play a word game. Arthur joins.
Author's Note: I was reading through prompts in the prompt meme, and was going to fill one about Arthur gambling, and then this happened, instead.
Words: <500
“Octopus.”
“Salad”
“Danish”
“Hamburger”
“Rice”
“ANOTHER E?!” Martin removes his cap in frustration and tangles his fingers in his hair. “For the sake of keeping the game alive, I at least TRIED to refrain from using E’s!”
Douglas sits back in his chair, his syrupy grin never leaving his face, “And for the sake of keeping myself alive, I continue to use as many E’s just to watch you struggle.”
“Well, I’ve already used every variant of ‘egg’ available to me. Egg-salad, Eggplant, eggs-Benedict…”
“Eggs-Benedict…” Douglas repeats, “I applaud you for that one. I didn’t realize you knew that particular dish.”
“Yes, well,” Martin says, with an air of dignity in his voice, “It just came to me, is all.”
Before Douglas can get another word in, he is stopped by the only voice that constantly drips with smiles, “’Allo chaps!”
“’Morning, Arthur.”
“What game were you two playing just now?” Arthur says, shutting the door to the cabin behind him and rocking back and forth from heel to toe.
Martin replaces his captain’s cap and says brightly, “It’s a food word game. Player one says a food, and the next player has to say a food with the first letter starting with the last letter of the previous item.”
“Okay!” Arthur says brightly, “What?”
Douglas sighs, “For instance, if Martin here says ‘Hamburger,’ the last letter is an ‘R’ so my word would have to start with an ‘R.’ Therefore, I choose the word, ‘Rice.’ So now Martin has to come up with a food that begins with the last letter in ‘Rice.’ Understand?”
Arthur’s features brighten, “Ah, I get it! So…. ‘S’!”
“Or, an E…” Douglas narrows his eyes.
“Rice-eeeeee….” Arthur tries the word out on his tongue, “No, no, I don’t quite get it. Rice definitely ends in ‘S’."
“Oh Nevermind!” Martin turns back toward the front of the cabin, glaring out the window of the cockpit. “We’ve exhausted this game, anyway.”
Douglas looks up at Martin from his smug position at the console, “Oh? You’re just mad because you can’t find another food beginning with the letter ‘E’ other than variants of ‘egg.’”
“I am not!”
“Are too.”
“Am not. There are loads of ‘E’ foods! Like… like… oh, like Eel!”
“Brilliant, Skip!”
“Yes, I dare-say…” Douglas says, “Shall we let Arthur try the next word?”
“Oh yes. What’s my letter then, ‘L’? Hmm…” Arthur contorts his face for a moment to think, “Lemon!”
“Very good, Arthur!” Douglas interjects, “And… Noodle.”
Martin’s jaw drops, “That’s not fair. You can’t just have ONE noodle. It’s plural. My letter is ‘S’.”
“But Martin…” Douglas feigns innocence, “I didn’t say noodles. I said noodle. Singular. Your letter is ‘E’.”
“I hate you so much.”