Myshuno: Kimmy & Grilled Cheese
Edit: This is also the Myshuno-claiming point: Proof!
Prompt: Kimmy and Grilled Cheese
Rating: Everyone, but a teensy bit of bad language
Note: MOAR Apocalypse time!
Word Count: 625
Kimmy glared down at the sink after it broke for what she could swear was the 30th goddamn time before pulling out a wrench and proceeding to smash it repeatedly. Which was a great source of release- up until the tap dislodged and she got sprayed in the face with almost freezing cold water.
“ARRRRRGH, FOR THE LOVE OF GRILLED CHEESE!” And she proceeded to kick it and then smash the tap down onto the exposed pipe until the water simply flowed through the cracks. Screw it, she thought, Justus can bloody well fix it.
And then she heard amused whispery conversation behind her, and angrily turned to face Aisha and Benton. Then she remembered to push her sopping wet hair out of her eyes before she hissed. “What is it?!”
Kimmy glared at the twins as they tried but failed to keep their faces straight, even in the face of her anger and DON’T-FREAKING-MESS-WITH-ME-RIGHT-NOW look. “Sorry Mum,” Aisha managed, “but, uh, we’ve heard you mention ‘grilled cheese’ before and, er… Well, what is grilled cheese?”
Kimmy lost her anger to dumbfoundedness. She looked from Aisha to Benton and back again, both of their faces blank. “…You don’t know what grilled cheese is?”
“We didn’t know what showers and baths were until you explained them,” Benton pointed out.
“Well, yeah… But grilled cheese is…! Grilled cheese transcends all that kind of stuff!”
“Really?” Aisha frowned. “Why?”
“If it’s grilled, it’s some kind of food, right? Like we do with the hot dogs?” Benton guessed.
Kimmy stared at them again. Could these possibly be her children? She sighed, “Okay, well you know what a sandwich is, right?”
They stared at her and shook their heads.
“What?! But-!” She growled and calmed herself down. “Okay, so a sandwich is where you take two slices - or pieces - of bread and then put something in the middle, like meat, or jam-”
“So like a hamburger?” Aisha frowned.
“Yeah. Kind of.”
“So what’s the difference?” Benton continued.
“I-” she froze for a second, pondering that. “Look, I don’t know - it’s not important. But, okay, so picture a hamburger with the meat taken out, so you have the bread, and then you put cheese in that-”
“Cheese?” Aisha frowned again.
Kimmy clenched her teeth. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what cheese is.”
They shrugged at her.
She growled to herself again. “Okay, so you know what milk is, right? The stuff you drank when you were babies and toddlers?”
They nodded.
“Right, well cheese is like… It’s made from milk, but it’s like solid-ish and yellow, okay?”
They both frowned, apparently trying to picture it. “Ewwww,” Aisha concluded.
“DON’T ‘EWWWW’ AT CHEESE IN MY HOUSE!”
“It sounds like gross milk that’s gone off and solid,” Benton agreed.
Kimmy couldn’t help the slightly crazy arm gestures she made, just trying to find the words to express her frustration. “It’s more than that! I- I don’t know how it’s made exactly, but it’s wonderful, and you put it in between bread, like you do with hamburgers, and then you cook it all and it’s the best thing ever!” She insisted.
The twins gave her sceptical looks. “Riiiiiiiiight.” “Okay….!”
Kimmy glared at them both again. “Okay look, brats: one of you two is going to flipping well unlock culinary so we can eat properly again, and then I’ll show you what grilled cheese is and why it’s so great, and you will eat it for every meal for the rest of your lives, understood?”
The twins looked at each other. “Is Dad okay with that?”
Kimmy’s eye twitched at her daughter as she suppressed the rage. “You know what? You can fix the sink,” she growled, handed her the wrench, and stomped off upstairs.
Prompt: Kimmy and Grilled Cheese
Rating: Everyone, but a teensy bit of bad language
Note: MOAR Apocalypse time!
Word Count: 625
Kimmy glared down at the sink after it broke for what she could swear was the 30th goddamn time before pulling out a wrench and proceeding to smash it repeatedly. Which was a great source of release- up until the tap dislodged and she got sprayed in the face with almost freezing cold water.
“ARRRRRGH, FOR THE LOVE OF GRILLED CHEESE!” And she proceeded to kick it and then smash the tap down onto the exposed pipe until the water simply flowed through the cracks. Screw it, she thought, Justus can bloody well fix it.
And then she heard amused whispery conversation behind her, and angrily turned to face Aisha and Benton. Then she remembered to push her sopping wet hair out of her eyes before she hissed. “What is it?!”
Kimmy glared at the twins as they tried but failed to keep their faces straight, even in the face of her anger and DON’T-FREAKING-MESS-WITH-ME-RIGHT-NOW look. “Sorry Mum,” Aisha managed, “but, uh, we’ve heard you mention ‘grilled cheese’ before and, er… Well, what is grilled cheese?”
Kimmy lost her anger to dumbfoundedness. She looked from Aisha to Benton and back again, both of their faces blank. “…You don’t know what grilled cheese is?”
“We didn’t know what showers and baths were until you explained them,” Benton pointed out.
“Well, yeah… But grilled cheese is…! Grilled cheese transcends all that kind of stuff!”
“Really?” Aisha frowned. “Why?”
“If it’s grilled, it’s some kind of food, right? Like we do with the hot dogs?” Benton guessed.
Kimmy stared at them again. Could these possibly be her children? She sighed, “Okay, well you know what a sandwich is, right?”
They stared at her and shook their heads.
“What?! But-!” She growled and calmed herself down. “Okay, so a sandwich is where you take two slices - or pieces - of bread and then put something in the middle, like meat, or jam-”
“So like a hamburger?” Aisha frowned.
“Yeah. Kind of.”
“So what’s the difference?” Benton continued.
“I-” she froze for a second, pondering that. “Look, I don’t know - it’s not important. But, okay, so picture a hamburger with the meat taken out, so you have the bread, and then you put cheese in that-”
“Cheese?” Aisha frowned again.
Kimmy clenched her teeth. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what cheese is.”
They shrugged at her.
She growled to herself again. “Okay, so you know what milk is, right? The stuff you drank when you were babies and toddlers?”
They nodded.
“Right, well cheese is like… It’s made from milk, but it’s like solid-ish and yellow, okay?”
They both frowned, apparently trying to picture it. “Ewwww,” Aisha concluded.
“DON’T ‘EWWWW’ AT CHEESE IN MY HOUSE!”
“It sounds like gross milk that’s gone off and solid,” Benton agreed.
Kimmy couldn’t help the slightly crazy arm gestures she made, just trying to find the words to express her frustration. “It’s more than that! I- I don’t know how it’s made exactly, but it’s wonderful, and you put it in between bread, like you do with hamburgers, and then you cook it all and it’s the best thing ever!” She insisted.
The twins gave her sceptical looks. “Riiiiiiiiight.” “Okay….!”
Kimmy glared at them both again. “Okay look, brats: one of you two is going to flipping well unlock culinary so we can eat properly again, and then I’ll show you what grilled cheese is and why it’s so great, and you will eat it for every meal for the rest of your lives, understood?”
The twins looked at each other. “Is Dad okay with that?”
Kimmy’s eye twitched at her daughter as she suppressed the rage. “You know what? You can fix the sink,” she growled, handed her the wrench, and stomped off upstairs.