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06 August 2018 @ 11:56 am
_Cooking Hot_ new stuff 6  

The next time he spotted Paer, she was sitting at a table . . . with his mother.

"Oh, One! I have to get out there!" Ebsa dropped his knife and squeezed between the work tables.

"Oh look, it's the cook who put on airs!" Ebsa blinked at the guy in civvies, but with a military haircut.

With friends.

"Since when does some Directorate wimp start parading around making a mockery of the Warrior's agal?"

"And what makes him think nobody's going to take offence?"

The fourth one chimed in with a looming grab at his hat. "Take it off now!"

Ebsa stepped back, a quick glance behind and he spotted Ra'd stepping into the path of a half dozen more men.

Oh, let's not escalate this too much!

He reached back and plucked out his green spatula. Stepped out and faced his foursome, spatula out like a sword. "Let's settle this like gentlemen" Away from my booth!

He circled to the left, backing up as they snickered and followed.

The closest man took a swing. Ebsa ducked, bounced in to slap the flat of the spatula against his ear as he swept a foot out to hoof the next guy's ankle and added a bit of Pull to compete the man pratfall. He turned to face the third man, who looked like he preferred wrestling . . . and felt the rush of the fourth man coming up fast behind him . . . threw himself flat and rolled under a flying kick that hit goon number three.

Ebsa rolled to his feet and blocked a couple of punches, spiked his Speed to hit his lower ribs with bruising force, spun, lifted elbow to the next . . . and they were all flat on the ground, but still moving.

Ebsa swept the spatula around in an elaborate bow to the alarmed watchers, and while he was bent over, hissed. "Now get up, and bow to the audience! Or I'll start breaking bones."

The guy with the reddened ear eyed him, then climbed to his feet and bowed. The other three followed his lead.

Ebsa watched them try to walk away with dignity, then turned to face the music.

His mother's arms were crossed and one toe was tapping.

"You can't fool me, Young Man! That was no low class street entertainment! "I didn’t raise you to brawl in the streets like a common thug!"

“Umm, Mom . . .”

“I should never have let you run around with those low class boys in high school . . .”

“Umm . . .”

“And in front of this sweet young lady, whom you have failed altogether to bring home and introduce to me!"

Paer had one hand over her mouth, and the other arm wrapped around her ribs as she tried to stifle laughter. Her glow was escaping control with little explosions of mental laughter.

“Mom . . .” Ebsa gave up and just stepped up and hugged her. “Enough. Now come tell me what you think of this vegan cream sauce. Not that your clientele has the faintest interest in vegetarian meals . . .”

“Cream! You can’t use cream in vegan . . .”

Pear, giggling, took his mother’s other side and steered her toward the booth. “He used almond milk. I didn’t even know,” snicker, “that you could milk almonds . . .”

Which thank the One got her mother laughing.

And the charcoal grilled veggies with almond milk cream sauce approved of.

“You should try the trilobite the *Zolts are serving.” Ebsa nodded toward the neighboring booth, and back at the lack of cooked beef . . . “I’ve got to get to work.”

***

“Madam Castellanos! What an unexpected pleasure to see you here.”

Ebsa glanced over to catch a nasty grin from Ambassador Ashe.

“Enjoying yourself? There’s a lot of good food on display, here.” Ashe waved at the plaza.

“True, true, this was a brilliant idea you had. And stiff competition. Pity we can’t import those trilobites. The Earth’s offerings were pathetic, and for all the talk you’d think Comet Fall could have found some tenderer meat. Bison? One, it was horrible!”

“Yes. I suspect we’ll win, however informal the voting. I believe I hijacked a young protégé of yours. The sauces! They could have been straight from your kitchen. I hope you don’t mind him stealing your recipes.” The ambassadors voice oozed glee.

Ebsa flipped a steak. Good thing the crowds were thinning. He was almost out of everything.

“Oh, that boy!” His mother’s carrying voice. “Always puttering about the kitchen, trying new things. That green peppercorn sauce you’re so fond of is one of his recipes. Such a pity, but he has no desire to go into business with his poor old mother.”

Ebsa slid a glance toward the ambassador . . . silent as his mother rattled on . . . “My lone chick, out having adventures. One knows where . . .”

Paer snickered, coming up behind him and hugging him. “Your mother is wonderful.”

“Taken in small enough doses.” Ebsa admitted.

Quick footsteps, the hard click of boots, Captain Yfda swept a slow look around the plaza, then spotted Paer. “Paer? Have you seen any loose horses? We’re missing two . . . and if that Earther asshole has butchered one of them for his damned French cuisine . . . What? You’ve seen them?”

Paer was giggling, “No, but some of the Comet Fall Smart horses were admiring them . . . You’d better check the hills.”

 
 
 
(Anonymous) on August 6th, 2018 09:01 pm (UTC)
Pronouns
"spiked his Speed to hit his lower ribs with bruising force,"
It sounds as if Ebsa hit his own ribs. I suspect that that was not what you were getting at. (If this sort of nit-picking is not useful at this stage, just let us know.)
(Anonymous) on August 7th, 2018 02:36 am (UTC)
Re: Pronouns
"Which thank the One got her mother laughing."
Probably should be his mother.
(Anonymous) on August 6th, 2018 09:19 pm (UTC)
loose alternate title suggestion...
If "Cooking Hot" isn't the final title for this, maybe you should try for something that references all the puffed-up High Oner egos that get skewered? (pun not intended).
cnmckenney on August 7th, 2018 12:56 am (UTC)
"he swept a foot out to hoof the next guy's ankle"
S/B "he swept a foot out to hook the next guy's ankle ".??
(Anonymous) on August 7th, 2018 03:53 am (UTC)
Aww. Spellcheck is just anticipating the smart horses hoofing it.
(Anonymous) on August 13th, 2018 07:34 am (UTC)
Trilobites from Homestead? The evolutionary history must be very strange, since they have homo sapians, horses, cattle, ducks and skunks on land. This inplies a split in the Permian and a colinization much more recently .
matapampamuphoff on August 13th, 2018 12:19 pm (UTC)
Or just a few random survivors of the last great extinction. They survived others.