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priscaTitle: Snagury
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: Trying new food
Words: 282
finished: 07.01.2020
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„Since when you can cook?“ Casey looked suspicious. „What's that?“
Zeke laughed. „My grandma called it Snagury; it's one of her special recipes. I did find her old cookery books on the attic when I cleared out some boxes yesterday. Thought it might be worth a try.“ He held out a spoon full of the undefinable mess. „Wanna try?“
„Hm.“ Casey took in the smell, not bad, though it looked like... well... like its name. Strange was an understatement. But it was the first time Zeke had cooked for him, and Casey knew this meant a lot. He could not disappoint him. So he opened his mouth.
„Careful, it's hot,“ Zeke warned him and shoved the spoon in.
An excellent excuse to spit it out again when it was too bad, Casey thought. Then his eyes widened. „Holy shit, this is good. Delicious! Zeke, I will never say again that you can't cook.“
„I've told you.“ Zeke grinned wide. „But to be honest, it was more experimenting than cooking. Took me quite a while until it tasted as I do remember it. It was my favorite meal when I was a child; my grandma always made it only for when we visited her. Though my parents were not amused, telling her that she should stop spoiling me so much. She never cared; she was cool, we always have had a lot of fun together.“
Casey smiled, slightly surprised. Usually Zeke didn't like to talk about his childhood. But it was good to hear that apparently not everything had been bad. „Can I have the recipe,“ he asked. „I bet my mom would love to try it out.“
Zeke hesitated; finally he shrugged. „Kind of a family secret, sorry, my grandma never shared her recipes with anyone else. But maybe we could call your parents, invite them for dinner. I guess I have cooked enough for a company.“
Casey frowned slightly. This was the last he had expected. Zeke didn't like to have anyone in his private space; it had taken ages until Casey have seen more than the garage and the porch of the house. "You want my mom to come over," he asked. "Now? For dinner?"
"Well, I guess it's a good idea also to include your dad." Zeke smiled. "She reminds me of my grandma, you know. I feel good with her around."
Shit. Casey could feel tears rising; this surprising confession was almost too much. "Okay," he murmured, turning around." I will go to call her."
Characters: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Prompt: Trying new food
Words: 282
finished: 07.01.2020
:::
„Since when you can cook?“ Casey looked suspicious. „What's that?“
Zeke laughed. „My grandma called it Snagury; it's one of her special recipes. I did find her old cookery books on the attic when I cleared out some boxes yesterday. Thought it might be worth a try.“ He held out a spoon full of the undefinable mess. „Wanna try?“
„Hm.“ Casey took in the smell, not bad, though it looked like... well... like its name. Strange was an understatement. But it was the first time Zeke had cooked for him, and Casey knew this meant a lot. He could not disappoint him. So he opened his mouth.
„Careful, it's hot,“ Zeke warned him and shoved the spoon in.
An excellent excuse to spit it out again when it was too bad, Casey thought. Then his eyes widened. „Holy shit, this is good. Delicious! Zeke, I will never say again that you can't cook.“
„I've told you.“ Zeke grinned wide. „But to be honest, it was more experimenting than cooking. Took me quite a while until it tasted as I do remember it. It was my favorite meal when I was a child; my grandma always made it only for when we visited her. Though my parents were not amused, telling her that she should stop spoiling me so much. She never cared; she was cool, we always have had a lot of fun together.“
Casey smiled, slightly surprised. Usually Zeke didn't like to talk about his childhood. But it was good to hear that apparently not everything had been bad. „Can I have the recipe,“ he asked. „I bet my mom would love to try it out.“
Zeke hesitated; finally he shrugged. „Kind of a family secret, sorry, my grandma never shared her recipes with anyone else. But maybe we could call your parents, invite them for dinner. I guess I have cooked enough for a company.“
Casey frowned slightly. This was the last he had expected. Zeke didn't like to have anyone in his private space; it had taken ages until Casey have seen more than the garage and the porch of the house. "You want my mom to come over," he asked. "Now? For dinner?"
"Well, I guess it's a good idea also to include your dad." Zeke smiled. "She reminds me of my grandma, you know. I feel good with her around."
Shit. Casey could feel tears rising; this surprising confession was almost too much. "Okay," he murmured, turning around." I will go to call her."