Twilight decided to ignore the insanity of the kitchen and just take
the bacon grease he was handed. He also took a small piece of parchment
paper and shook out some salt and pepper onto it, and retreated back
through the door with his spoils. On the way he had to dodge a few
flying onions, but he managed to escape unscathed.

Once outside,
he took his pan and added some of the bacon grease to it. Once it had
heated up, he added in his tomatoes and onions, sautéing them until they
were soft. Twilight separated out about a third of the mixture and
transferred it to the pot, then added the jalapeños and green chiles to
both the pot and the pan. Into the pan went the shredded brisket, and
into the pot went most of the shredded cheese and the milk. A good
sprinkling of salt and pepper was added to season the brisket mixture.

Back
and forth, and back and forth he went, stirring each until the brisket
was heated and well mixed with the veggies, and the queso was melted and
creamy. He moved the queso to the edge of the grill, close enough for
the flames to keep it warm but far enough that it wouldn’t burn. The
shade-turned-chef cracked a few eggs into the brisket, and quickly
scrambled them with the mixture, and finally added the last of the
cheese, waiting for it to melt.

Brown’s mouth was watering at the
smell of all this delicious food, and he momentarily lamented the fact
that he wouldn’t be able to eat it, being dead and all. Maybe he could
get a little taste as a dragon? No no, that was a terrible idea, he was a
rather large dragon and would most definitely cause a panic. Alas!

The Repairman gasped, looking at Bowyetta wide-eyed as she brought attention to him. He gave a very wary wave.

He
was thoroughly doomed, he knew. He was part of this mun-ipulated crowd
now. It was only a matter of time before a table appeared…

He took a minute to look at his new fate. Wait. There was less chaos
in the house this time? Sure, that Link kid looked the worse for wear,
but even he seemed better than last time. And it actually smelled pretty
good around here, with more pleasant aromas coming from outside.
Apparently Twilight was doing something as well.

He had to
know what was happening. Maybe it would be safe, or maybe this was a
mun-set trap. In any case, he was stuck here; he realized just how
famished he was, and the Wall breaks were all in or around Albie’s house.

“So,” he called out, trying to sound casual, “What are you guys up to?”