fandomhigh | Camp Shenanigans, Wednesday, June 5, 2019

"Good morning!" Anakin blared through the microphone. "An essential skill of a camper is the ability to feed yourself over a campfire--BEAKER, GET AWAY FROM THE CAMPFIRES."

There was slightly charred sounding apologetic meeping as Beaker moved away from one of the two campfires that had been carefully set up in the park. There were rickety looking folding tables arranged nearby the fires with cutting boards, knives, bowls, and other ~~moddable~~ kitchen items nearby. There was, however, no power. Everything would have to be chopped and grated and opened from a can by hand.

"Today, you will be paired up and asked to feature one of two different sets of menu items," Anakin continued. "And then you will present them to our esteemed panel of judges: Summer, Hannibal, Peebee, and Vette." He pointed to the judges. "Your meal must be cooked over the campfire. We have an array of other ingredients--" he pointed to a pantry and set of mini fridges that Beaker was now standing near, so expect that to spontaneously fall over any minute now, "--for you to use to supplement your original ingredients, but you must use the three ingredients we give you." He took a deep breath. "Please don't give the judges food poisoning, and remember that presentation matters. Listen for your names!"

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Or just watching as the contestants set themselves on fire.

Beaker.

Vette... was kind of excited about this, honestly. Mostly for the free food. But at least in part because she could be judgey all she wanted, too.

"You're going to share that tuna, right?"

And the kitten perched on her shoulder under one lek was looking forward to it almost as much.

Hannibal was wondering how he had gotten himself into this.

And wondering if he could possibly just pretend to eat.

Peebee totally had her omni-tool ready to record any self-immolation! Or anything else that might be entertaining, possibly at the contestants' expense.

So, Summer was pretty stoked when she got tagged to be a judge for this. It just made sense, didn't it?

Of course, she may have been blinded by her excitement, because it was just now dawning on her that this meant she'd actually have to try the dishes.

Mmmmm, that right there? The sweet, sweet taste of karma.

Still, though, she was a little curious how all this would turn out. And her scale for what was really out there and weird and gross was all over the place, so...bring it on!

"I'm choosing to blame at least two of these ingredients on you," Hannibal let her know.

"Ohhhhhhhh," laughed Summer, grinning wide and all but rolling her eyes. "Now look who's all of a sudden not so supportive of my culinary pursuits! I'll gladly take credit for the gelatin, I mean, that's a given. That's just good marketing! But what else are you going to blame me for, Dr. Lecter? The tuna? The marshmallows?"

There was a pause.

"Hell, I'll take the hot dogs and the tomatoes, too. The only thing that really doesn't fit my repertoire is the peanuts, and now you just have me thinking I have really neglected to consider how peanut butter could really be utilized to a better effect in my creations."

"The tuna," Hannibal answered. "And I am fully supportive of your culinary pursuits, until they get turned against us."

Anything he didn't have to eat was fine!

"I'm pretty sure," Summer said, sweetly, but with the firm determination to not be blamed for this bolstering her confidence significantly, "you could have just said no, Dr. Lecter."

"I could have," Hannibal agreed. "I'm still not certain what I was thinking."

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