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om_mainAlice stays true to her word: Bug-B-Q!
Mort hopped his way down towards the lake. He was ecstatic, couldn't believe it was happening...a pretty girl was going to eat bugs with him. Seriously! This was bloody fantastic! Something out of a dream. He was so thrilled, that he was wearing his new trousers and shirt, purchased at the thrift store of course, just for the occasion.
Alice had gotten the barbecue out of the lakehouse and to the edge of the lake, and was in the process of getting it going. Good thing she'd had practice enough before, or she would have made a complete mess of it. But she was completely relying on Mort to get the bugs.
...why was she doing this again?
"Hello there, beautiful!" Mort greeted happily, hopping up alongside her.
Alice started a little as his sudden appearance by her side. "Wow. Hi!"
He gave her his most winning smile. "Can't wait for some good eats."
"Well then, you better go get them for us," Alice pointed out with a half smile, although she still really wasn't sure about this.
"Right!" Mort pulled a knapsack off, he'd put his bug jar in there. He unzipped the bag, and pulled his jar out, before shooting Alice another grin. "Be right back then. Gotta go hunt and stuff."
Oh god. It made sense for him to have come prepared, but it somehow brought it home for Alice that she was about to try and eat bugs. Real bugs. Bugs he'd just have caught. Right. "See you in a minute," she told him, and hoped that her smile was selling it.
He bounced back into the woods and, once he was out of view, started snagging each bug he saw. Carefully, he used his tongue to tuck them in the jar - she did realize he was using his tongue, right? How else would he catch them? Mort nabbed flies, a dragonfly, couple mosquitoes (unfed, they were still black), a beetle...this was going awesome.
When he'd put together his haul, Mort screwed the lid on tight, and hopped his way back, holding it up triumphantly.
Alice held her hand out for the jar, and inspected its contents once he'd handed it over. "Hmm, I could try the dragonfly and the beetle, I guess?" They were big enough to skewer and grill, for one thing. The flies and mosquitoes, not so much.
Mort handed over the jar. "Excellent choices."
"Right," Alice stated, and grabbed a skewer stick before sitting on the ground and sticking the jar in the crook of her leg. Then she unscrewed the top, only just, and did her best to try and skewer the beetle, or the dragonfly, either one would do. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she stated, just because it needed to be said. "Can you make sure the barbecue keeps on going?" The last thing she wanted was to eat raw bugs.
He watched the fire helpfully - watching was helpful, right? - and occasionally poked at it with a stick. "'Course."
Right, one skewered dragonfly, one. Alice screw the lid back on the jar and moved over to the barbecue to set the stick on it. The embers were still good, no flames, no going out either. Her lips were pursed in a slight moue as she watched the dragonfly cook.
Mort took the jar back, and snagged a fly out of it. Mmmmm....flies.
"Am I supposed to eat the wings, too?" Alice asked, still watching the dragonfly without much enthusiasm. "Well, I mean, of course you're gonna say yes, but..."
"Sure! But, I mean," he amended, looking at her face, "you don't have to. Could pull 'em off."
"It's just - weird," she admitted, and turned the stick over so the bug would grill on both sides. "I wasn't one of those kids that stuck bugs into my mouth, you know?" Not that she remembered, anyway, and she'd be surprised if her mother had let her live that down.
Mort hadn't really figured she was. He'd learned awful quick that eating bugs was considered weird. "Don't hafta, if you don't want to," he said, managing not to sound as disappointed as he felt.
"Are you kidding?" Alice answered. "I'm grilling a freakin' dragonfly. Of course I'm gonna try it. I'm just beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have brought spices along, at least, or something." Look up a recipe - not that she was any good at cooking, but still.
"I could go get you some?" He offered.
"I wouldn't even know what to get," Alice admitted, and gave him a smile. "But thanks. No, it's cool, I'll try them plain."
"Au natural! Just the way I like them," he said, grinning back. Mort snagged another fly, this one out of the air rather than the jar.
Alice snorted. "Yeah. Au natural." The dragonfly looked about done, so she picked up the stick and delicately picked the wings off of the warm, slightly grilled bug. "Okay," she talked to herself as she pushed the bug towards the end of the stick. "Here goes."
She pulled the dragonfly into her mouth, then covered it with a hand as she chewed.
Mort's eyes went wide, and beamed. She'd done it! She'd really done it!
Oh god, she'd done it. Alice chewed, and chewed, and forced herself to swallow. "Okay, that was terrible." Seriously. Ugh.
His face fell a little. "I'm sorry," he quickly backpeddled. Mort moved away from her imperceptibly - just a little, in case shit got real or something.
"Ugh, seriously," Alice stuck out her tongue as if that might help get the taste off of it, not noticing his retreat. "Yeah, sorry, I'm not adding bugs to my diet."
Mort nodded rapidly. "Yeah. Yeah, I got that."
She looked over at him with a small smile that still spoke of distaste for that bug. "Sorry?"
He shrugged his slopped shoulders. "Ain't nothin'. Don't have to apologize to me or nothing." Mort fell into his more comfortable natural crouch, and just looked up at her.
"I guess the beetle's all yours?" she offered, pushing a hand back through her hair.
Mort shook his head 'no.' "Not hungry anymore," he lied. He was, but he'd already grossed her out, and he felt real, real uncomfortable like this. Way too much like home. Or, old home.
"Well, I kind've am," Alice replied. She wanted that taste out of her mouth. She really should've thought it through. "How d'you feel about roasted marshmallows? I've got a bag." She hadn't come completely unprepared.
Another shrug. "Never had one."
"Seriously? If you like 'em, we're having s'mores one of these days," Alice assured him, and walked over to her purse to get the bag of marshmallows out. She grabbed a couple more skewer sticks and stuck the marshmallows on, then put them on the barbecue.
Mort watched the cottonballs-on-sticks with some curiosity. "What do they taste like?"
Alice had popped an unroasted marshmallow into her mouth - honestly, she just wanted the taste of the dragonfly to go away - and she didn't answer until she'd swallowed. "Super sweet. And when they're roasted, they're all warm goo on the inside, it's amazing."
He still wasn't entirely sure about food that melted right in front of you (that's what it sounded like, right?), but he was sort of enjoying watching her eat the cold one. "Cool, yo."
"You have no idea," Alice confirmed with a smile.
Mort hopped slowly around the barbecue, where the marshmallows were, eying them as they browned.
Alice turned them over on the grill, and, once she was happy with their color, held a stick out to Mort. "Best let it cool just a tiny bit, they're bound to be way too hot right now." Not too long or they wouldn't be warm enough anymore, but yeah.
He flicked a tongue out and...and the marshmallow thing was sticking to the stick! Toad tugged at it a bit more until it slowly slid off the end of the skewer and on to his tongue.
"Well?" Alice asked with a small smile, absolutely unfazed by the tongue action.
"'S sticky," he pronounced, chewing.
"It's gooey," Alice confirmed happily, and ate her own, with clear relish.
Mort made his way through it thoughtfully. It was good, kind of flame-y flavoured, he supposed. Would make John happy. Very sticky and sweet. "Pretty good."
"For real?" Alice asked curiously, holding his gaze as she finished the marshmallow, thumbing at her lips to make sure nothing was left there. So much better than - ugh - a dragonfly.
"Yeah." His eyes were definitely tracking that motion.
"So we'll have s'mores one of these days," Alice gave him a smile. "Add crackers and chocolate to the mix."
Mort nodded rapidly.
Alice grinned. "Deal. Maybe invite some of the other kids," she offered, and reached for the marshmallows to put more to grill. This time, two per stick, since she knew that he liked it, and she couldn't taste the dragonfly anymore.
He nodded again. "You got it, beautiful."
Mort hopped his way down towards the lake. He was ecstatic, couldn't believe it was happening...a pretty girl was going to eat bugs with him. Seriously! This was bloody fantastic! Something out of a dream. He was so thrilled, that he was wearing his new trousers and shirt, purchased at the thrift store of course, just for the occasion.
Alice had gotten the barbecue out of the lakehouse and to the edge of the lake, and was in the process of getting it going. Good thing she'd had practice enough before, or she would have made a complete mess of it. But she was completely relying on Mort to get the bugs.
...why was she doing this again?
"Hello there, beautiful!" Mort greeted happily, hopping up alongside her.
Alice started a little as his sudden appearance by her side. "Wow. Hi!"
He gave her his most winning smile. "Can't wait for some good eats."
"Well then, you better go get them for us," Alice pointed out with a half smile, although she still really wasn't sure about this.
"Right!" Mort pulled a knapsack off, he'd put his bug jar in there. He unzipped the bag, and pulled his jar out, before shooting Alice another grin. "Be right back then. Gotta go hunt and stuff."
Oh god. It made sense for him to have come prepared, but it somehow brought it home for Alice that she was about to try and eat bugs. Real bugs. Bugs he'd just have caught. Right. "See you in a minute," she told him, and hoped that her smile was selling it.
He bounced back into the woods and, once he was out of view, started snagging each bug he saw. Carefully, he used his tongue to tuck them in the jar - she did realize he was using his tongue, right? How else would he catch them? Mort nabbed flies, a dragonfly, couple mosquitoes (unfed, they were still black), a beetle...this was going awesome.
When he'd put together his haul, Mort screwed the lid on tight, and hopped his way back, holding it up triumphantly.
Alice held her hand out for the jar, and inspected its contents once he'd handed it over. "Hmm, I could try the dragonfly and the beetle, I guess?" They were big enough to skewer and grill, for one thing. The flies and mosquitoes, not so much.
Mort handed over the jar. "Excellent choices."
"Right," Alice stated, and grabbed a skewer stick before sitting on the ground and sticking the jar in the crook of her leg. Then she unscrewed the top, only just, and did her best to try and skewer the beetle, or the dragonfly, either one would do. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she stated, just because it needed to be said. "Can you make sure the barbecue keeps on going?" The last thing she wanted was to eat raw bugs.
He watched the fire helpfully - watching was helpful, right? - and occasionally poked at it with a stick. "'Course."
Right, one skewered dragonfly, one. Alice screw the lid back on the jar and moved over to the barbecue to set the stick on it. The embers were still good, no flames, no going out either. Her lips were pursed in a slight moue as she watched the dragonfly cook.
Mort took the jar back, and snagged a fly out of it. Mmmmm....flies.
"Am I supposed to eat the wings, too?" Alice asked, still watching the dragonfly without much enthusiasm. "Well, I mean, of course you're gonna say yes, but..."
"Sure! But, I mean," he amended, looking at her face, "you don't have to. Could pull 'em off."
"It's just - weird," she admitted, and turned the stick over so the bug would grill on both sides. "I wasn't one of those kids that stuck bugs into my mouth, you know?" Not that she remembered, anyway, and she'd be surprised if her mother had let her live that down.
Mort hadn't really figured she was. He'd learned awful quick that eating bugs was considered weird. "Don't hafta, if you don't want to," he said, managing not to sound as disappointed as he felt.
"Are you kidding?" Alice answered. "I'm grilling a freakin' dragonfly. Of course I'm gonna try it. I'm just beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have brought spices along, at least, or something." Look up a recipe - not that she was any good at cooking, but still.
"I could go get you some?" He offered.
"I wouldn't even know what to get," Alice admitted, and gave him a smile. "But thanks. No, it's cool, I'll try them plain."
"Au natural! Just the way I like them," he said, grinning back. Mort snagged another fly, this one out of the air rather than the jar.
Alice snorted. "Yeah. Au natural." The dragonfly looked about done, so she picked up the stick and delicately picked the wings off of the warm, slightly grilled bug. "Okay," she talked to herself as she pushed the bug towards the end of the stick. "Here goes."
She pulled the dragonfly into her mouth, then covered it with a hand as she chewed.
Mort's eyes went wide, and beamed. She'd done it! She'd really done it!
Oh god, she'd done it. Alice chewed, and chewed, and forced herself to swallow. "Okay, that was terrible." Seriously. Ugh.
His face fell a little. "I'm sorry," he quickly backpeddled. Mort moved away from her imperceptibly - just a little, in case shit got real or something.
"Ugh, seriously," Alice stuck out her tongue as if that might help get the taste off of it, not noticing his retreat. "Yeah, sorry, I'm not adding bugs to my diet."
Mort nodded rapidly. "Yeah. Yeah, I got that."
She looked over at him with a small smile that still spoke of distaste for that bug. "Sorry?"
He shrugged his slopped shoulders. "Ain't nothin'. Don't have to apologize to me or nothing." Mort fell into his more comfortable natural crouch, and just looked up at her.
"I guess the beetle's all yours?" she offered, pushing a hand back through her hair.
Mort shook his head 'no.' "Not hungry anymore," he lied. He was, but he'd already grossed her out, and he felt real, real uncomfortable like this. Way too much like home. Or, old home.
"Well, I kind've am," Alice replied. She wanted that taste out of her mouth. She really should've thought it through. "How d'you feel about roasted marshmallows? I've got a bag." She hadn't come completely unprepared.
Another shrug. "Never had one."
"Seriously? If you like 'em, we're having s'mores one of these days," Alice assured him, and walked over to her purse to get the bag of marshmallows out. She grabbed a couple more skewer sticks and stuck the marshmallows on, then put them on the barbecue.
Mort watched the cottonballs-on-sticks with some curiosity. "What do they taste like?"
Alice had popped an unroasted marshmallow into her mouth - honestly, she just wanted the taste of the dragonfly to go away - and she didn't answer until she'd swallowed. "Super sweet. And when they're roasted, they're all warm goo on the inside, it's amazing."
He still wasn't entirely sure about food that melted right in front of you (that's what it sounded like, right?), but he was sort of enjoying watching her eat the cold one. "Cool, yo."
"You have no idea," Alice confirmed with a smile.
Mort hopped slowly around the barbecue, where the marshmallows were, eying them as they browned.
Alice turned them over on the grill, and, once she was happy with their color, held a stick out to Mort. "Best let it cool just a tiny bit, they're bound to be way too hot right now." Not too long or they wouldn't be warm enough anymore, but yeah.
He flicked a tongue out and...and the marshmallow thing was sticking to the stick! Toad tugged at it a bit more until it slowly slid off the end of the skewer and on to his tongue.
"Well?" Alice asked with a small smile, absolutely unfazed by the tongue action.
"'S sticky," he pronounced, chewing.
"It's gooey," Alice confirmed happily, and ate her own, with clear relish.
Mort made his way through it thoughtfully. It was good, kind of flame-y flavoured, he supposed. Would make John happy. Very sticky and sweet. "Pretty good."
"For real?" Alice asked curiously, holding his gaze as she finished the marshmallow, thumbing at her lips to make sure nothing was left there. So much better than - ugh - a dragonfly.
"Yeah." His eyes were definitely tracking that motion.
"So we'll have s'mores one of these days," Alice gave him a smile. "Add crackers and chocolate to the mix."
Mort nodded rapidly.
Alice grinned. "Deal. Maybe invite some of the other kids," she offered, and reached for the marshmallows to put more to grill. This time, two per stick, since she knew that he liked it, and she couldn't taste the dragonfly anymore.
He nodded again. "You got it, beautiful."
