Second floor common room, all Friday afternoon

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:




Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!


Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.


[OOC: So very open.]

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[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef shrugged.

"Oh, nut tu lung iff yuoo vunt tu help veet zee smeshy smeshy. Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke reached for the baseball bat cakensmoosher. "Can I use this?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Yuoo bet!" said the Danish Chef, handing Luke the slightly chocolatey cakensmoosher. "Iferytheeng's better veet cakensmooshers! Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke watched a lot of Food Network, so he wasn't worried about beets and chocolate mixing.

Silly Luke.

He smacked at the beets with abandon.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef smiled as he watched Luke hit things with the cakensmoosher. Oh, his apprentice was learning things so fast! He grabbed his own mini sledge hammer, and smacked at the other half of the beets until the counters ran with the blood of purple vegetables.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke picked up four beets and began juggling them with a little help from the Force.

There was a reason he'd been banned from the kitchen at home.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef oooed in appreciation.

"Oh, yuoo're-a fery guud et thet! Bork Bork Bork!" he said.

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke grinned and then combined the baseball bat cakensmoosher with the beets and whacked one across the room.

And giggled. "That's kind of therapeutic."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef remained very impressed. He motioned towards a boiling pot on top of the stove.

"Cun yuoo knuck zeem intu zee put? Zeen ve-a cun cuuk oooor borsht! Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

So Luke did, one after another, laughing the entire time as beet juice spattered all over him.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef laughed as well as he cheered Luke on.

"Guud, guud! Thees is gueeng tu be-a zee best borsht ifer mede-a! Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke grinned, pleased. "Anything else to smush?" he asked as the last beef spattered its way into the pot.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The pot bubbled happily on the stove, and the icky delicious smell of boiling beets soon filled the room.

"I theenk zeere-a is a leettle-a Jepunese-a ceke-a lefft oofer iff yuoo vunt tu cakensmoosher thet tuu. Bork Bork Bork!"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Bork bork bork!" Luke parroted happily, then went whomping on some cake.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The Danish Chef gave Luke a pat on the back.

"Guud, guud! Sumedey yuoo veell be-a a greet cuuk veet skeells leeke-a thet!"