The Day {Not official title}

Chapter 26: Up Next {Rion}

Chapter 26: Up Next {Rion}

“Yeah, they were both really good. Now don’t get me wrong, but this is a really hard job. I don’t really want to choose… but I think the steak and the ice cream was better,” I said. After I said that there was an uproar or reasons being thrown at each other. Danica and Calvin had had a cook off and we got to be the judges.

“Yeah, but the carrot ice cream had a half cooked cookie underneath! How can you do better than that? And the cookie was still warm,” Ieo argued.

“You can do better. It’s right- well, it was- there,” Gavin pointed to the plate where there used to be two medium-sized crepes that held carrot whipped cream and cucumber slices.

“Yeah, that’s exactly right. Especially the filet mignon. Mmmm, it was perfectly cooked, all the way through, melt in your mouth, per-fect,” Digna said, wiping the corners of her mouth.

“I still don’t remember buying six filet mignons. Oh well, I already ate it,” Dey said.

“I think I know which cook is better. Should I call them in?” Calla said. We nodded.

When Danica and Calvin walked in from the flower garden, they wore confused and dazed expressions. Something went wrong. Danica shook it off and put back on that perfect smile she always wore. Calvin didn’t do much to ease my thoughts.

“So which dessert was better? Hands up for the crepes,” Danica said. She had a water pen and a dark colored napkin divided in half by fine line of water. She marked three tally marks on one side. “For the cookie and ice cream?” She noted another three tally marks on the opposite side.

“Why are you writing?” I asked her.

“Calvin here, thinks he’s a better cook than I am,” she replied, “So which was better, the steak or the mignon?”

“Steak,” four of us chorused. Digna and Dey didn’t say steak.

“So then I guess Digna and Dey voted the mignon better, then?” Danica asked.“Well, Calvin, I won so pay up.”

“Oh you know, I think Dey has a couple more friends joining us.” We all looked to the door and saw dark figures carrying covered golden platters, like what you expect to see at a fancy restaurant.

“What are you doing?! You let shadow people in my house?!” Dey exclaimed quite loudly.

“Relax, they only look like shadow servants. I would’ve used something else, but I can only control the one element I have,” Calvin put his hands up in defense, “You know, to entertain the ladies.”

“Oh. Next time, tell me when you’re going to pull something like that. You know, they look exactly like shadow people. Only a charmer would know how to do that,” Dey said. The shadowy people opened the platters and revealed a collection of pastries, breads, cookies, and baked goods in general. Everyone besides Dey and Calvin began Dey’s eyes narrowed at Calvin, but he bit onto a cookie and his expression softened.

“I am a charmer,” Calvin said. We all stopped and looked at him like he’d just poisoned us. “Of the ladies.” Oh brother. We all laughed, mostly out of relief.

“But seriously though, you’re not a charmer, right? I mean, I wouldn’t exactly be surprised if you were, I mean… Your element is dark magic, after all,” Dey said after six biscuits, four slices of cake, eight cookies, and at least five muffins.

“I have no idea what a charmer is,” Calvin said. He pulled out a chair and sat. “So what is it?”

“It’s right below a necromancer. If you’re a shadow charmer, then you can make flawless representations of  shadow people, sometimes even bring them to life. So tell me, have you ever touched an animal or plant and have it die at your touch?”