suite ties || zack martin

Kitchen Casanova

      HOME ECONOMICS was not a class Freya was looking forward to. It's not that she was bad at cooking, in fact, she was pretty okay at it and genuinely enjoyed it sometimes. It's just that every time she cooked, all she could think about was her old, happy memories with her dad. He was the one who taught her to cook. He always let her help while he prepared dinner. They bonded through cooking. But she needed the credit so she was going to suck it up and take the class anyways.

Freya and Bailey walked into the home ec room and found Woody already there, saving two seats for them.

"Woody, I'm glad to see one guy in our school is evolved enough to sign up for home ec." Bailey said as she sat down. That's when Freya noticed there were only girls taking this class. Well, girls and Woody.

"Oh I'm just here to hit on Addison." Woody giggled, glancing over at the chatty girl. "Plus, it's the only class where you can eat your homework."

"I can totally set you guys up." Freya grinned at the curly haired boy. "I know all her likes and dislikes. She never stops talking about them." At that, Woody vigorously nodded along.

"Hey Freya!" Addison yelled, jumping from her seat to run over to her roommate. "I didn't know you were taking home ec! This is gonna be great." Per usual, Addison spoke extremely fast. She took notice of Woody and Bailey sitting beside Freya and turned to them. "Hey guys!" She waved. "What do you think we'll make today? Maybe it'll be a salad, a casserole, a hearty soup or—OH! I hope it's something with broccoli!" She continued to rant but Freya blocked out whatever she was saying, like always.

"Whatever keeps her mouth busy." Bailey murmured. "How do you live with that?" She asked Freya who seemed unfazed by Addison's rambling.

"After a while, you just get used to it." Freya shrugged.

"Good morning, class!" The voice of presumably the teacher said as they entered the room. Freya was not expecting to look up and see Cody. But apparently that's who the staff of the S.S. Tipton wanted to teach home ec. "I am Mr. Martin. But you may call me sir or chef, or sir chef."

"I think I have a crush on the teacher." Bailey whispered, sending Cody a flirty wave. He awkwardly waved back.

"What happened to Mrs. Westphall?" Reina, one of their classmates asked. Freya never really liked her. Reina was always belittling Freya, saying she didn't understand why Zack would be in a committed relationship with a 'girl like her.' It definitely made Freya insecure but, at the end of the day, she knew that Reina was just jealous that Zack quit his womanising ways for Freya and not her.

"Mrs. Westphall was chopping onions when we hit that big wave." Cody grimaced. "Yeah, it wasn't pretty."

"So they're letting you teach?" Woody skeptically asked.

"I should've just taken art with Zack and London." Freya huffed, putting her head down.

"Well food is art. Art that you can eat." Cody began. Woody gasped excitedly at the mention of eating. "For example, is this a tomato?" Cody showed the class a tomato before turning around. He took a knife and started cutting the fruit up. A moment later, he turned back around and showed off the tomato. It was now in a small cup and was cut in a way that resembled a rose. "Or a rose for your dinner date?" Cody walked closer to Bailey then turned and handed the tomato to Reina.

"Alright, let's start with some basics." Cody started, walking between the tables. "Who knows how to reduce vinegar and shallots to make a buerre blanc?" Nobody spoke up. "Okay...Who knows how to flash-caramelise filbert shards?" No one said anything.

"Cody, I know all of those words separately but not a single one of them together." Freya raised her hand as she spoke.

"That's sir chef to you, Ms. Bardot." He crossed his arms and sent her a warning look. "Alright. Who knows what an egg is?" Everyone raised their hands this time.