The facts were these: Charlotte Charles had always been an early riser. This proved to be infinitely valuable when it came to the preparation of Saturday morning breakfasts
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Coraline stared at the stack of pancakes in front of her. Tilting her head, Coraline narrowed her eyes at them before leaning in close. Taking a cautious sniff, Coraline peered around the plate and lifted the pancakes up one by one. There was something lurking inside her pancakes. Something vaguely recipe like.
"Aha! I knew it, there you are you evil thing." Coraline said, poking a lump of unknown thing. Coraline was of course poking the fig but she had yet to figure out what a fig was. Or if it was in fact edible. "Are you an animal, a mineral, or vegetable?"
"It's a fruit." Sonya bluntly answered, before taking a small bite of her own pancake. "Dried fig, to be exact."
Sonya normally didn't care for figs, but she had just arrived to the kitchen after a serious PT session and was very hungry. She only made a detour to the basement for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading to the kitchen. Along with the pancake, she helped herself to some granola with yogurt.
"Are you sure? It looks like it could have been alive at some point," Coraline said peeking at him. If it had been Miss Delirium's turn to cook breakfast then Coraline would have been sure that it had been alive. "Is it supposed to be in food? I mean, is it safe?"
Coraline might have been very adventurous when it came to normal things like going off to defeat evil, villainous creatures or exploring old tombs but when it came to food Coraline was very unadventurous.
"It's a piece of fruit, it's not more alive than a piece of banana. Ate a lot of them when I was stationed in the Iran because they kept well in the heat-you would eat them in cakes, dried, sometimes fresh but they didn't keep so well. Got tired of them."
That explained why Sonya pushed the lone pancake away and went for her granola.
Chuck understood that there was a time and a place to be vary of certain things. Such as a cheesebox without any cheese in it and people who looked down their noses at bees. All of those were perfectly good reasons to be suspect that there was something wrong.
"A special sort of treat? Are you sure? It looks weird," Coraline said picking up a knife and fork and cutting a very small bit of it to try. Coraline wrinkled her nose as she slowly put the fig into her mouth to try. Chewing, Coraline looked at Chuck thoughtfully before swallowing. "It's not so bad. How do you do it though? Make things nice? My parents never made things nice or Miss Spink or Miss Forcible or Mister Bobo. Mister Bobo made weird things with beets."
"Positive. And there's nothing wrong with things that look a little weird. I would have thought you weren't the sort who judged things like that, Miss Coraline."
Letting out a laugh at the thought of things being made with beets, which while a nice food when eaten every once in a while had a way of turning everything shades of purple. There wasn't much wrong with a whole lot of purple, rather it was a lot of purple. "Practice and a lot of messing up."
"I don't, not normally anyway. Just food. Mum and dad really weren't very good at it," Coraline said simply. Coraline rather suspecting she had inherited their bad cooking genes but she really, really wanted to try and make Jacob something nice. "Do you think anyone could do it? Cooking, I mean. Only there's this boy and he's very nice and I want to make him something nice. But I don't think I can cook. At all."
"But I want it to be good, so that he likes me. I mean Mister Ned likes you and you cook really nice things and you're pretty." Coraline said. If Mister Ned liked Chuck then it followed if Coraline looked pretty and baked nice things then boys would like her. Although hopefully not Mister Ned. He was too tall and goofy to be likeable. "Do you think you can teach me next term I mean?"
"Aha! I knew it, there you are you evil thing." Coraline said, poking a lump of unknown thing. Coraline was of course poking the fig but she had yet to figure out what a fig was. Or if it was in fact edible. "Are you an animal, a mineral, or vegetable?"
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Sonya normally didn't care for figs, but she had just arrived to the kitchen after a serious PT session and was very hungry. She only made a detour to the basement for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading to the kitchen. Along with the pancake, she helped herself to some granola with yogurt.
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Coraline might have been very adventurous when it came to normal things like going off to defeat evil, villainous creatures or exploring old tombs but when it came to food Coraline was very unadventurous.
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"It's a piece of fruit, it's not more alive than a piece of banana. Ate a lot of them when I was stationed in the Iran because they kept well in the heat-you would eat them in cakes, dried, sometimes fresh but they didn't keep so well. Got tired of them."
That explained why Sonya pushed the lone pancake away and went for her granola.
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Chuck understood that there was a time and a place to be vary of certain things. Such as a cheesebox without any cheese in it and people who looked down their noses at bees. All of those were perfectly good reasons to be suspect that there was something wrong.
"It's a special sort of treat."
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Letting out a laugh at the thought of things being made with beets, which while a nice food when eaten every once in a while had a way of turning everything shades of purple. There wasn't much wrong with a whole lot of purple, rather it was a lot of purple. "Practice and a lot of messing up."
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"Well, I suggest that you try. If this boy is any sort of gentleman he'll eat it anyways whether it is good or not."
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