bonkakira-and-friends:

Link suddenly jolted to his feet and picked up a few utensils from
the kitchen counter before returning to his seat. He looked down to the
fork, knife, and spoon in his hand before putting two and two together.

“You… Want me to eat, too? Everything they cooked?”

//Ye//

“I mean… Okay, I guess.”

Mostly
curious about the mystery dish he helped prepare, he used his fork to
dig in. Though he was surprised to feel it against his fork. Actually,
it was kind of fun. It sprang back under pressure and wobbled against
any movement. Once Repairman split it in half, the gold colored yolk of
the egg white cloud spilled onto the plate and began to pool on the
surface. Though, judging by the texture and consistency, it wasn’t just
yolk in there. That’s when he picked up the first bite. The whites
absorbed a bit of yolk like a sponge, and once the food touched his
tongue there was a burst of flavor.

“…
It melts in your mouth, but the taste still hangs around in your mouth
afterwards. It’s like… How would I explain it to you guys?” Link glanced
up to the ghosts, trying to think of a way to explain all he could
taste to people who lost that sense some time ago. “The yolk part is
really creamy and cheesy. Honestly, a little goes a long way. But the
whites are super fluffy and collapses in your tongue. It’s not as strong
as the sauce inside, but it’s got all the flavor from the herbs,
vegetables, and mushrooms from earlier and that’s still enough to keep
it going. Not a bite is bland or out of place. Weird, it’s definitely
nothing like anything I’ve ever had in my life, but…”

“In
a strange way, it’s still a lot of fun to eat. I was kinda scared it
would be something pretentious like at the castle judging by the books
that weirdo ends up falling asleep with. But it feels like home cooking
still even with all the changes and such. If I had to put it simply,
it’s like eating eggs the way Misses makes it in the morning, but
there’s just so much more going on in your mouth in both texture and
flavor that you can’t help but keep eating. And even when you keep
eating it doesn’t make you feel bloated like a lot of the food you get
in Hyrule castle. Sorry, I’m probably not doing the best job of this,
but it’s delicious, and I could eat this all day.”

Link set down his fork and let the Repairman continue eating the meal that was given to him.

“Anyways, I’m ready to chow down on whatever Twilight and Bowyetta made. It smells amazing in here and I’m drooling!”

“Yes! Youwillbeneedingofforksandknivesand-” Bowyetta suddenly shook several pieces of silverware out of her hair handing them over to Mr. Sir and Link. “Youmustbetryingofthis-”

Vinny, however, looked concerned by Bowyetta’s behavior. “Bowyetta, maybe you should eat something too… You’re not acting like yourself…”

“NonoBowyettaisnotbeingableto-”

It was then that Bowyetta suddenly coughed up quite a bit of smoke. Her face turned dark blue once she realized what had happened. This only happened when her internal fire started to get low…

“Now that Bowyetta is thinking about it, maybe she should be having of some. But, she will be waiting until sirs are finished first.”

The Repairman, being rather self-conscious about his blobby form, refrained from making a mouth for himself, instead opting to “absorb” the food where his mouth would be.

He made it a point to keep his plate away from the table. You never knew…

In any case, the Repairman and Cat Slime both smiled as they ate their share of the egg…thing (Cat Slime more so). It was melt-in-your-mouth, and quite flavorful!

They both tried dipping a bit into some queso, which the inkblot definitely enjoyed. Cat Slime, however, felt his cheeks turn red as the sound of a steaming kettle could be heard. He made a mad dash for the toolbox, where he proceeded to drink some water out of a seltzer bottle for a minute. The Repairman couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this.

The two were about to start on the omurice when Bowyetta coughed up smoke.

“…Are you okay, Bowyetta? You need to…?”

Cat Slime, however, wasted no time in rushing back to the toolbox and pulling out a large cookie jar. One with a variety of locks and chains on it. He handed it to the Repairman.

“Gotta make sure he doesn’t eat all of them at once,” the Repairman explained, his hands becoming a blur as he opened the jar. “Anyway, uh, here.”