“So, can you remind me again, exactly, how you managed to get the Prof to let us into her kitchen?” Zyla said, already looking over the cookbook they’d picked up. One finger was running down the ingredients list, tapping over everything they’d picked up with their educators card.

“She said something about ‘you two need to get along and not fight, blah blah blah!' I kinda stopped paying attention.’” Izzy said, chopping at some pieces of carrot. Each stroke with the knife ran perilously close to her fingers, with some even making impact in a way that would sever those of a less indestructibly built bunny.

She pretended to not notice.

“Okay, checks out. So, what’re we making? Something called.. Old God’s Delight? Never heard of it.” the fox muttered to herself, putting some ingredient jars all along the back of the cutting boards. “I mean, where did you even GET this book?”

The redheaded rabbit sighed and threw her head back, tossing her massive mane into the slightly irritated face of her more tomboyish companion. Then she turned, her arms folded under her impressive, but currently casually dressed bust.

“Geez, Zy! Are you going to complain about all of this stuff we’re making or are we going to cook up something awesome before Professor Ray gives us even MORE homework?” the bunny’s voice firm and dedicated. Almost instantly, she turned to slide the vegetables and seasonings into the bubbling cauldron of soup, which then started to simmer.

The subtle threat of their imminent professor was not lost on the fox; nay, a shiver was sent down her spine at the very concept of an annoyed panda educator.

“Oh god no, not after that time with Maximizer and the carrot…” the words sent a shiver through both girls, then a soft jump from the rabbit.

“Carrot! I forgot the carrots! Is that gonna ruin it?” DuraBelle said in fear, looking at the uncut vegetable she had somehow missed.

It stared back at her, unmoving and uncaring, for root vegetables were well known for their stoic demeanor.

“I mean, we also forgot the paprika…how did you miss this?” Stormy said, tapping at the red seasoning to her side. Neglected, as always, it rested just inside the grasp of the adventurous vixen.

So they both turned to look at their project. A bowl of soup gurgled before them, sending angry bubbles towards the surface that instantly vanished. Echoes of color swirled over the fluid’s surface, sending the implicit feeling that the food was angry. Angry with them, the world, and anyone who would dare to consume its incomplete glory.

“... What’s it SUPPOSED to look like, foxy?” Belle said, unable to tear her eyes away from the multi-colored liquid. Did it just get bigger? Was that ancient mumbling?

Zyla, for her part, was looking through the book at lightning speed.

“Uh… Tastes like a color from beyond space and time. Okay, buns, I have no idea how to read this book. Seriously, where did you-”

BAM! The pot exploded with the vengeance of a misplaced piece of dill in a dinner, devastating the countertop with scalding fluids that consisted of cumin and rage. Tendrils immediately latched onto the nearest carrot, lifting it like an oily scorpion tail. Rainbows of indescribable color flowed down the appendages as they grew, from seemingly nowhere, into an untraceable nest of universal violation. An aura rose in rage-filled pulsations, both from steam and the distinct feeling that something simply could not exist in the world before them.

It was lunch.

For her part, Izzy instantly grabbed a saucepan, lifting it as a wave of Florentine soup splattered against the ground, likely to never be eaten, in its nearly edible state. Armed, the bunny brandished her cooking weapon as the tendrils reached forward with malicious intent, grasping and groping the book away from the surprised fox.

“Uh.. more paprika?” the vixen said, her voice imploring that this would help.

“More punching!” the bunny yelled, just before they were grabbed by the oily, otherworldly, appendages rising from the pot.

Were the girls about to go from making lunch, to BEING lunch?

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Something a little different, all art-ed up by the lovely  f-ss

My foxy and fabulous teammate Stormwave/Zyla belongs to  stormwave She also wrote the accompanying short story!

DuraBelle/Izzabella belongs to me!