Takes place after New Recipe.
Genre: slice of life, humour
Despite his efforts, he was once again faced with a mug of unidentifiable dark liquid.
“Try this one,” she said.
He obediently picked up the mug and took a sip.
“More. You can’t taste anything like that.”
Hiding a grimace, he swallowed a mouthful.
It was like drinking spicy mud.
“Is it bad?” she asked when he shuddered.
She whisked the mug away with a muttered “must be the wasabi” and vanished into the kitchen. He looked down mournfully at his shackled feet.
It appeared that round three was inevitable.
Genre: humour, slice of life
She handed him a mug.
“New recipe. What do you think?”
He swirled the slightly viscous liquid and took a whiff. Chocolate, and something else. He took a mouthful.
“What is this?” He grabbed his water.
“Chilli chocolate. You don’t like it?”
“Thanks. I’ll try again. Be back a sec,” she dashed off.
He threw his things into his bag.
No way was he staying for round two.
~Continue the story in Round Two~