fandomhigh | 20th Century Food Crimes, Cont. - Friday 7/14

It would seem that Summer's usual manic….let's call it charm...that she brought to the class weekly was a little diminished that week, but that didn't mean that she wasn't at least trying to put out the same enthusiastic energy for gross and disgusting and weird food choices of the past that she usually had.

Funny, that. Stark was still rather subdued at this point in the week as well. Not enough that he wasn’t here and watching Summer with the usual respectful interest and mild terror.

"Today," she announced with a lofty lift of her chin, "we'll be focusing on a very simple, very useful, very versatile, as you're about to see, ingredient, one loaded with nutrients, so any time you can squeeze it into something, all the better for you, right? Right! And that ingredient is the incredible, edible egg!"

Cue Summer holding up an open carton of them in case anyone needed the visual reminder of exactly what an egg was, or maybe it was just sort of a vague threat that she did, in fact, have eggs, and she knew how to use them in terrible ways.

“Eggs,” Stark repeated, narrowing his eye suspiciously. That seemed far too tame for a food crime class. “I’m worried, now.”

"This week's culinary evidence will come in the form of a curried egg pie, a hot tuna and egg sandwich, and, of course, eggs en gelee. That's a fancy word for jello.""

“Summer.” Stark was giving her a very disappointed look. Those poor eggs didn’t deserve this! Neither did Stark. Or the students. Hadn’t Ignis suffered enough?

(Clearly not).

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And there was a pause, a hesitation, and Summer blinked a little before her smile gained a little bit of extra saccharine sweetness, egg still held forward.

"Don't you trust me, Stark?"

Which was probably unfair, sure, but, well, so was knocking on her door with his dead girlfriend last weekend without even any warning.

"You know I do," Stark said softly.

With his life, really.

"But what am I meant to do with an egg that you haven't done anything to?"

"Put it in jello," said Summer, because that really was an answer to all questions related to all things edible, "or in a gross sandwich or pie."

That was what they were here for, right?

"I do not recommend putting in your pocket for safe-keeping, it is raw."

Or maybe he could just slap a smile and some googly eyes on it and make a new friend to help with that whole loneliness issue.

A rotten egg would make a terrible friend!

"What if I put it back in the carton?" Stark asked. "And took the rest of them to bake something with?"

Summer just sort of looked at Stark for a moment, and then placidly took the egg to place back into the carton herself.

"That," she said, closing the carton and sliding it along the countertop toward him, "is a much better idea."

"Do you have any requests?" Stark asked. "For baked goods?"

"No," said Summer, with a slight shake of her head. "Make it a surprise.

"But..."

An idea was forming in her head. Could be a terrible idea. Could be the best idea. And there was only one way to find out for sure.

"I think I want to bake something, too."

"Oh?" Stark said, reaching for the eggs. "Is that a surprise too?"

"Mmhm," Summer confirmed with a nod. "You can bake your thing, and I'll bake mine, and then you can come over tomorrow and we'll share.

"I'd like that," Stark said, smiling fully now.

"What time shall I come?"

God. It barely even took effort anymore, did it?

Summer shrugged. "I don't know, maybe sometime in the afternoon? Around four? Four-twenty?"

What? Too on the nose?

Summer was very good at getting Stark to come...over, yes.

"I'll be there," Stark told her. "With something baked."

"Perfect " said Summer, who finally let a small smile out, one that tilted pretty quickly into a smirk. "And here you were about to doubt how nice my eggs actually are, too."

"Only because I've known you for a long while now," Stark said. "And this is Food Crimes class."

Summer narrowed and squinted her eyes at Stark a little as if putting these defenses under very careful scrutiny.

"Yeah, okay, fine," she finally relented. "That's actually pretty fair."

"I thought so," Stark said. He nodded seriously. "Or I wouldn't have said it."

20th Century Food Crimes, Cont. - Friday 7/14 - Period 1

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