Chapter 8: Cook Off!

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~One Week Later~

~Drake's Apartment~

Drake was sitting on the couch, playing on his Nintendo switch, then Kanna came into the room, wearing a yellow dress.

Kanna: Papa, you have a sec?

Drake: Hm? Oh what is it Kanna?

Kanna gives Drake a piece of paper.

Drake: You want me to make you a bento lunch?

Kanna: Uh huh, I have a trip next Tuesday. Can you make one for me?

Drake: I don't see why not. So what do you want in it?

Tohru walks into the room.

Tohru: Don't worry about that Master Drake, I can take care of it domestic creativity is my specialty

Drake looked at her annoyed and stood up.

Drake: Oh is that so?

Tohru: Oh yeah, I'm only the best there ever was.

Drake puts grabs Tohru's hand.

Drake: That's funny, because I'm even better than the best.

Tohru: Well I'm better, than even better than the best.

Tohru then tries to take her hand back, but struggles from Drake's grip.

Tohru: 'Since when is so strong?'

Drake: Sure according to...you.

Tohru: Care to prove your superiority, or are you perhaps scared, my beloved Master.

Drake: Careful there, Tohru. You might have just dug your own grave, your good but you ain't as good as me.

Kanna: Uh oh. I may have just cause a war, between my parents.

Tohru slams her fist into her palm.

Tohru&Drake: It's on! Ready to lose?! 3 rounds! Bento Lunch competition!

Field Trip Lunch Competition 3 Round Match!

Scathach: Well, this is new, never seen so much tension between you two.....You know what let's get the gang here!

~Some Time Later~

Drake and Tohru were having a face off, Lucoa was the commentator, Fafnir, Belfast and Scathach were judges, Kanna was the head judge and Scathach was the food tester.

Fafnir: Now, you'll each make 3 dishes, a salad, a main course and a desert. Use all your skills, entertain me.

Scathach: I think, what he's trying to tell you is, do your best.

Fafnir: That isn't exactly what I'm saying, filthy hum-

Scathach did a closed eyed smile towards Fafnir, but made it so he could sense her bloodlust, scaring Fafnir.

Scathach: Call me a filthy again, and I won't hesitate to send you six feet under wit Gae Bolg.

Fafnir: Y-Yes ma'am!

Lucoa: Moving on, the ingredients are all up to you. But remember to stay within the budget as you compete. We don't want to strain Drake's wallet do we? Tehe.~

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