A little tale about Quatre's cook and sister Babette
Ding-dong went the bell. A butler opened up the door. "Ah, Mr. Yuy, how nice of you to drop by," said the butler. "Shall I call Mr. Winner for you?"
"No, I would really prefer to talk to Babette Winner."
The butler looked puzzled but then said, "Please come in and I will summon her."
Heero Yuy was led into the dining room where the butler then asked, "Would you like coffee, tea or some other refreshments?"
"Coffee, black."
The butler then went into the kitchen.
Heero sat down and crossed his arms. He was beginning to wonder when the butler was coming back when he heard the door to the kitchen open.
"Here's a cup of Kona," said Babette, still wearing her chef's uniform. "I apologize for the wait but all good things take time." She set it in front of him.
"Thank you." He took a sip and found it really delicious, less bitter and quite smooth.
"Adam said you came here specifically to see me."
"Yes, Fuyuka was invited over to lunch last Saturday and she's been begging me for a creamy bully and a shrimp Porsche mushy biscuit. I have no idea what she wants."
Babette blinked then said, "Oh, I think she means a crème brulée and a shrimp porcini mushroom bisque."
Heero Yuy frowned, "You fed her that?"
"They're delicious and besides I wanted to spoil a friend of my nephew."
"There's no way I can make something like that on our budget and on our time. Could you please feed her something more simple from now on? It might get to the point where she won't eat anything I make."
Before she could reply, there was a scream heard from another part of the house.
"What was that?" said Heero.
"Oh, that's just Trowa," said Babette, rolling her eyes.
Trowa came zipping in, yelling, "I've gained four pounds."
Babette shrugged. "OK, so you were a little heavy on the hairspray this morning."
"No, you made me gain weight with your cooking!"
Heero and Babette stared at him. If he had, neither of them could see it.
"So what! You need every pound you can get!"
"My butt has become enormous."
Heero was glad he had been trained not to snicker at silly exclamations.
Babette then sniffed and said, "You did not have to eat my sweet cheese croissants, my brioche French toast with lavendar honey and fig jam, the flourless chocolate cake, the tarte tatin... "
The End
(:./mk/babette)
