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legionworld2017-05-18 11:55 am
saltsweet) wrote in legionworld2017-05-18 11:55 am
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Who| Videl, Gwen Stacey, and Gohan
What| Comfort food
Where| Videl & Gohan’s shared living quarters
When| After Gwen’s canon update, before THATH/GAU/OM
Warnings/Notes| Obnoxious levels of backdating a thread
Everyone needs a home cooked meal sometimes. That isn't to call the food in the Legion World's cafeteria bad---Really, it's exceptionally good for cafeteria food. But home cooked food offers a kind of comfort its mass produced cousin can't replicate.
It occurred to Videl that she actually didn’t know what kind of food Gwen would find comforting. As the mother of a four year old, Videl had become accustomed to preparing simplistic but unappetizing meals to comfort her daughter: macaroni and cheese with hot dog pieces, sandwiches only butter or ketchup, or french fries dipped in ice cream. Instead, she tried to remember what kind of food she used to binge eat as a teenager and settled on baking ten pizzas, each one with different toppings. One of them would surely appeal to Gwen, and Videl knew she could count on her husband to eat the rest.
By the time Gwen arrived, all ten pizzas had been baked and Videl had assembled a few different bags of space snacks, some soft drinks, and a full pot of coffee. “Come in, come in,” she invited, ushering Gwen inside and guiding her toward the kitchen. “Eat as much as you want, really. I always cook a lot.”
What| Comfort food
Where| Videl & Gohan’s shared living quarters
When| After Gwen’s canon update, before THATH/GAU/OM
Warnings/Notes| Obnoxious levels of backdating a thread
Everyone needs a home cooked meal sometimes. That isn't to call the food in the Legion World's cafeteria bad---Really, it's exceptionally good for cafeteria food. But home cooked food offers a kind of comfort its mass produced cousin can't replicate.
It occurred to Videl that she actually didn’t know what kind of food Gwen would find comforting. As the mother of a four year old, Videl had become accustomed to preparing simplistic but unappetizing meals to comfort her daughter: macaroni and cheese with hot dog pieces, sandwiches only butter or ketchup, or french fries dipped in ice cream. Instead, she tried to remember what kind of food she used to binge eat as a teenager and settled on baking ten pizzas, each one with different toppings. One of them would surely appeal to Gwen, and Videl knew she could count on her husband to eat the rest.
By the time Gwen arrived, all ten pizzas had been baked and Videl had assembled a few different bags of space snacks, some soft drinks, and a full pot of coffee. “Come in, come in,” she invited, ushering Gwen inside and guiding her toward the kitchen. “Eat as much as you want, really. I always cook a lot.”