- http://bechnokid.tumblr.com/post/109646112332
- It smells fantastic. It does not taste fantastic.
3AM.
Vivi glared blearily at the clock. Awful things happened at 3AM. Most of them being associated with herself not getting enough in the way of sleep.
One side of her bed was empty, and the other had Lewis hovering vaguely over it. The sheets had fallen through him again. Okay. Two things. Arthur couldn't sleep... and he was about to get into trouble.
Except... something smelled delicious.
Vivi decided to spare him certain death just for the smell, and journeyed down to the kitchen to see what was happening.
Arthur usually wasn't allowed to cook. Lewis said he just didn't know how to do it properly, but Vivi held the secret opinion that he'd probably overclock the toaster and make a robot out of the oven.
This time, he had actually cooked something.
"Why are you cooking at three in the morning?" she croaked.
"I had an idea," grinned Arthur. This would be the only explanation she could comprehend before her brain kicked into gear. And it was way too early for anything like that.
"Uhuh? Is this one of those ideas that bite you in the ass or a Holy Shit idea?"
"Uhmmmm... you know I have trouble telling."
O crap. "It's too early in the morning for this," she croaked.
"Just try one of these and see if I'm right."
It was brown, lumpish, and looked vaguely like a cookie. It smelled like Heaven on a really superlative day. Vivi risked a bite.
Unfortunately, it tasted like a big mistake. The unholy progeny of a camel turd and an ashtray.
"Ur yuck," she whined. "Why?"
"Remember those kids who egged the house after we gave them candy?"
O yeah. "They'd deserve these," she mumbled, discretely spitting out her mouthful into the trash. "Serves the little bastards right."