Food Drama, and People Drama

Brynne angrily gobbled a peach cobbler and paced around the room.

Why?

'Cause of Rudy's cousin's stupid wedding.

Apparently, Rudy's cousin allowed her to be the cook, and the restrictions were, no spice. Like, bruh. How the hell was she supposed to cook with no spice. That literally made up 70 percent of her good dishes! UGHHHH!

Brynne brainstormed a few dishes without spicy stuff and all of them were failures she made when she was 3. The only thing she could think of was asparagus and french fries, but other than desserts and those stuff, she always added spice. Maybe a little MSG, but only when Mini wasn't around because then she would blabber about the health hazards and what not.

Without the spice, it's just be sugar. You know, "Sugar and spice and everything nice. That's what little girls are made off." Blah, blah, blah. Still, see, even little girls, which Brynne was not, included spice!

Brynne briefly thought about roasting pigeons from New York, but then Mini would probably lecture her about pigeons because Brynne didn't think she could hide a pigeon that well. Dead or alive.

As Brynne walked across her rug, she snapped her fingers because of the anxiety. She then gritted her teeth.

Then the doorbell rang and she was sure it was Rudy, asking her for chocolate again, so she opened it to knock some sense into him and then knock that same sense in his cousins head.

To her suprise, it was Hira, which Brynne was completely not prepared for.

"Uh, well, hi," Brynne said, trying to pass out the anger through her ears which kind of sounded weird, but those cartoons were her childhood.

"Okay," Hira said cautiously. "Did you come up with a dish yet? Rudy sent me here to report as an errand."

"That blimy Rudy," Brynne said under her breath. "What a lazy kid for someone as rich as him."

"What?" Hira asked.

"Nothing," Brynne smiled, and cracked her neck. "I have not come up with a dish yet because of a short circuit error of instructions."

"What?"

"That is to say that I have restrictions and they're driving me crazy," Brynne cleared up.

"Don't we all?" Hira said.

"Hm?" Brynne said.

"Oh," Hira suddenly looked more shy and blushed. "I mean, we all have restrictions, it does drive us crazy."

"That makes sense," Brynne agreed although she knew nothing about wisdom and preferred talking about Gordon Ramsey fails.

Then there was awkward silence which Brynne absolutely loved.

Yeah, nope.

"So," Hira said shyly because she was the shy bean she was, "No updates on food?"

Brynne shook her head. I'm obviously blushing, but it probably looked more like her anger issues.

"Well, uh, bye."

When she left Brynne shut the door to figure out what happened but then the doorbell rang again so she had to postpone her thinking which she didn't do very often.

Standing in front of the door was Mini, showed up with her backpack and two pins in her hair which really made her look younger than she actually was.

"Can I come in?" Mini asked.

"Why do you always have to ask for permission with these sort of stuff," Brynne said, opening the door wider. "It's such a goody little two shoe thing."

"Well, I actually do wear two shoes," Mini said, glancing at Brynne's feet which only had a slipper on her left foot. "Unlike you."

Brynne dabbed her eyes with her shirt. "I've taught her well. You still need to work on being more harsh though. That's kind of soft."

Mini just rolled her eyes and stepped in, taking her shoes off to reveal yellow socks.

Brynne turned away to hide her snort, then she turned back at Mini and asked her, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, Rudy sent me on a mission to let you give me an update on your cooking."

Brynne counted to three, like everyone around her told her to do, but she failed to count to two.

"OH MY GOD! IF RUDY SENDS ONE MORE PERSON-."

"Who was the person before me?" Mini asked, ignoring Brynne's rage.

"Hira," Brynne said, calming down a bit. A bit. "STILL! IF RUDY DOESN'T GET HIS LAZY AS-'-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Mini said. "You know you could always go to him and kill him yourself?"

Brynne wrinkled her nose. "Me? You do it. I'm not going to an overload of rich people. It's going to blind me."

"That's not possible. Being rich has nothing to do with the amount of light they have," Mini said frowning. "Plus, why do I have to do everything when I come into your house?"

Brynne looked at her. "Ooh, savage."

Mini stayed her ground because she stood up straighter and pushed her glasses up.

With her pointer finger.

"Ugh!" Brynne moaned. "At times like this, use your middle finger to put your glasses up!"

"No! That's a sign of disrespect!"

"That's the point!"

"You know what?" Mini breathed in. "I'm going to ask the neighbor. I am positively sure that she will agree with me. I think."

"Wanna bet?" Brynne asked. She loved competition.

"Dental floss?" Mini said, tugging a string of floss from her backpack.

Brynne rolled her eyes. "A bet for the loser to go get Rudy and scare the crap out of him so he can pass the crap to his cousin."

Mini looked horrified. "Okaaaaay?"

Brynne bumped her fist. "Let's go see the neighbor."

"Now?" Mini complained. " What if she's working? I have to arrange it first! Wait!"

Brynne was already out the door with her slippers, so it was kind of too late.