Update 3.2.2022: I am rebooting this fic with a more robust storyline while sticking to every main plot point of the original. This fic was written mostly when I was around 12-13 so I wanted to update it with my more advanced writing! Love you all.
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You wanna know what's funny about this chapter? XD I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COOK ANYTHING! I FREAKING BURNT OATMEAL *falls off chair with laughter*
~5 mins later~ *wipes tears from eyes* Okay guys, enjoy the chapter!
~Random_Fangirl_012
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Key:
(F/F/T) = Favorite Food Type (stew, soup, etc.) (U/U/T/S/F/F/T) = Utensil Used To Serve Favorite Food Type (bowl, plate, etc.)
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You scrambled out of the kitchen and rushed out of the Planet Express ship. As soon as you made it out, you fell onto the floor on your back. "Yes yes yes! Sweet ground that doesn't move...and no Zapp!" You said gleefully, spreading out your arms.
Bender rolled his eyes. "Oh for the love of-"
You jumped up and sprinted to the in-house kitchen in Planet Express. "Called it!" You yelled, Bender managing to get there a second too late.
"Aw crap." He huffed, crossing his arms.
"Nice try! Remember, I'm cooking dinner tonight." You tapped your head, the universal sign for saying remember?
Bender said nothing.
"C'mon, I'll teach ya how to make human food so you can cook every night." You offered. "Deal." Bender said quickly, shaking your hand without hesistation.
You smirked.
"Alright, grab your apron 'cuz it's COOKING TIME!" You grinned. Bender grabbed his apron, and you just hoped that you wouldn't spill anything because you didn't have an apron on...the last time you cooked was when your family made a fire during Christmas. They made a fire using things inside a garbage can. It worked, and it stayed on for almost 2 days, keeping them warm. Your mom taught you how to cook during those days, for 3 years in a row.
Bender grabbed a spatula. "Now what?"
"Now we cook something edible." "But that defeats the purpose!" "No it doesn't. That's what cooking is, otherwise Elzar wouldn't be alive because he would've died from his own food!" You explained, exasperated by Bender's lack of knowledge about humans.
He gasped. "Not...not Elzar!" He found himself gushing.
You smiled evilly. "Knew it! You totally watch his show all the time, don't you."
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"Do not!" Bender retorted. You noticed he took something out of the fridge - a bowl full of greenish-greyish mush... that he was stirring with a wooden spoon.
You winced.
"On another note, what you are holding is a perfect example of what humans do not, actually, cannot eat." You pointed out.
"Fine!" Bender said angrily, tossing the entire bowl behind him which Zoidberg eagerly caught.
"Yum, a dinner!" Zoidberg buried his face in the bowl, causing you to grimace and look away.
"Let's start with basics, yes?" You told Bender. He was still mad that he threw away the bowl.
"Alright," You said, rubbing your hands together. "What do you wanna make? Hmm, let's start with a (F/F/T)." You decided and gathered the necessary ingredients. Bender watched you. You went inside the fridge but noticed there weren't many ingredients.
"Oh well, we'll just make do with what we have." You said to yourself.
Grabbing all of the alternative ingredients, you set them on the table.
"You get your materials first." "I know that! It's one of Elzar's rules. I'm not stupid, yeesh." Bender grumbled. "I know, just reiterating that. We also need all of the measuring cups and so on," you rambled to Bender while grabbing the aforementioned cups.
You blended and mixed and cooked and baked. You let Bender do some of it, knowing that robots are normally kinetic learners (look it up).
Finally, you had a creation. And it actually looked...human. And edible.
"Ta-da!" You said, wiping a bit of pepper off of your forehead with your sleeve. "That took a bit of work." Bender said sarcastically, brushing off his apron.
You shrugged. "Sure, but look what we created! You gotta admit that it is gonna taste SO GOOD!" You clapped your hands excitedly. You then examined your clothes. "You go get everyone. I'm gonna wash up because I look like a hurricane hit me." You explained, then went to the bathroom.
Bender did as you asked, and by the time you looked came back looking decent, everyone was sitting at the table.
You nodded to Bender, and then both of you made a quick job of giving everyone a (U/U/T/S/F/F/T). Fry didn't even need to be told before stuffing it in his mouth. He then eyed it carefully, and ate the rest of it so fast that even Zoidberg was impressed.
"Wow, Fry! Is is that good?" Zoidberg commented, before stuffing his (U/U/T/S/F/F/T) down his throat. "Wow." Zoidberg said, his tentacles trying to eat anything he might've missed on his face.
You gave a grin. The rest of the crew dug in, assuming you had made it. I mean, anyone was better than Bender...right?
Leela began stuffing it in her mouth too, forgetting all about her manners. "So- Good!" She said in-between bites.
You and Bender hi-fived.
"Who made this?" the Professor glanced at the two of you.
"I did!" You said, smiling. Bender crossed his arms. "Of course you take all the credit," he mumbled, hurt.
"Well, of course, I was just a mentor. Technically Bender was the one who made it." You corrected yourself. You hadn't even heard Bender's comment from before.
"I- I did?" Bender stared at you. "I mean, shut up, I know it!" He said, regaining his confidence.
"Wow, Bender, I'm impressed! I've managed not to be exposed to radiation this time!" Amy said cheerfully.
Yeesh, what else has he done? You thought to yourself, grimacing at the thought.
"Hey (Y/N), can you give him more cooking lessons?" Leela said, sighing as she finished her food.
