Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Day in the Life of Bradley's Devils ❯ Dinner Non-Routine ( Chapter 4 )

A not-so-universal question, but still one that bothered me a bit as I wrote this: just who would be the best cook, anyway? Is anyone absolutely awful? Is anyone stupendously good? How often do they eat at home anyway? I also noticed that this 'apartment' of theirs is rather big. Oh well. It's still an apartment, since it's several stories up. Just very high-class.
Since I only know my inspirations for Farf and Schu well enough to guess as to their cooking abilities, and Nagi doesn't exactly have a real-life person on whom to base her, I had to make Brad the best. Besides, his inspiration spends a lot of time by himself, alone in a huge house, so he's got to have at least basic cooking and housekeeping skills, right? Especially with such party-obsessed brothers... In any case, my Farf is a decent cook but would rather live off ramen, and my Schu prefers 'improvisational cooking,' as she calls it, so that's how they are here.

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Bradley's Devils - Dinner non-Routine

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The slightly unpleasant smell of meat cooking without a cover caught Schuldich's attention. Xena was still on, and Nagi hadn't learned to cook by herself just yet, so that meant… **Brad, you shouldn't have!**

**You want me to stop?**

**Don't you dare!** Of them all. Brad was the best cook and Farfarello the second, while Schuldich contented herself with making things up on the fly, since she couldn't for the life of her follow a recipe to the letter. When there were letters. Japanese and Chinese recipes left her confused more often than not.

Brad sent her the picture of a raspberry.

**Yes, yes, thbbbb to you, too.** But all in all, she was happy. It seemed Brad was making hamburgers - a rare treat, which surprised her after the episode with Hild.

Just to reward him for that, she decided to dress more nicely than usual, and snitch Farfarello's knives.

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Farfarello sat in the family room. To her left, Brad's office was empty, and to the right was the room she called the parlor, but beyond the television, she could see through the dining area or the next room, and into the kitchen. Her thoughts wavered.

Hmm… Hamburgers of Xena? Hamburgers or Xena? Brad in rolled-up shirtsleeves or Xena? The choice just got harder.

Then a line from the TV caught her attention, and she turned her full attention back to it. Only a bare-chested Brad would make her look away now.

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**Brad.**

Acknowledgement that he heard her.

**Take off your shirt.**

**WHAT?**

**Come on. I want to distract Farf.**

**No way!**

**Then I'll show her something from my memories.**

A snort.

**I'm sure I can think of one of two times when I saw you buck-naked and 'standing at attention'.***

**Try that, and-** He calmed himself and finished by sending her a picture of a crazed Farfarello chasing her with a steak knife.

She returned it to him chibified. **That was before she came here, so she can't complain.**

**If you make me, then…** Burned hamburgers.

**Oh, alright.**

Brad sighed to himself. He did not need a drooling Farfarello hanging over his shoulder while he cooked.

**I'll just show her another time, then.**

**You will not.**

She chuckled.

**You are a cabbage.**

**Thank you.**

He pictured himself throwing cabbages at her.

**Oww…** she mocked. **Alright, alright. I won't. Now save your hamburger or I will.**

He eeped and flipped them just in time.

Farfarello noticed, and asked, **Schu, why did Brad just eep?**

Schuldich laughed. **I'm not telling.**

**Tell me!**

**No.**

**Tell me!**

**No!**

**Tell me, tell me, tell me!**

**No, no, no!** More laughter.

**Come o~~n, Schu!**

**Nope, not telling.**

**SchuSchu!**

**You're missing your show.**

**I don't care!**

**Schuldich, you are laughing too hard,** Nagi said. **I can't concentrate.**

**Sorry!**

**Tell me!**

**No!**

**Just tell her, Schu.** Nagi was irritated.

**I won't! It's about Brad.**

**In that case, don't tell her. I don't want to hear.**

**But I do!** Farfarello whined.

**So ask her later.**

**But she'll have forgotten by then!**

**Actually,** Schuldich interposed, **I already have. I just remember that it was my fault.**

**What was?** Now Nagi was exasperated.

**I made him eep.**

**You've made him scream, too. What's so special about that?**

**This one was surprising enough to distract Farf from Xena.**

Nagi shrugged at her. **Whatever. Just shut up soon, okay?**

**Sure, sure. In three, two-**

**What are you planning?** Farfarello asked.

"Supper!" Brad yelled.

**That.** And she dashed to the table, grabbing Farfarello's knives as she went.

"Hey!"

"Nyeah. Here you go, Brad," she said, handing them to him like a bouquet. "A present."

"Thank you," he said, and put them aside. "Farf, no complaining." He shoved a plate in her face. "Eat."

She did so, quite content.

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It was only when they were about halfway through the meal that she remembered to ask, "Brad, why did you eep?"

Brad blushed.

"Oh!" Schuldich clapped her hands. "Now I remember!"

"So tell me!"

"Absolutely not." She picked up a chip and ate it calmly before grinning. "Right, Brad?"

"Right."