Salt - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[anamaryarmygram.livejournal.com]

Note: Drabble and a half, from a prompt switch with colonial_teapot.

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Mr. Waverly excused himself, and Napoleon finally spoke. “There's no other way,” he said. “No restaurant is secure enough. Mrs. Waverly is out of town. And his club is still under evacuation.”

Illya frowned. “Gas leak, right?”

“Well, that's what they said. And this meeting won't wait till after dinner time.”

They passed through the dining room of the Waverlys' Connecticut home, then into a small kitchen with pale yellow cabinetry. Napoleon grabbed a pink-flowered apron off a hook near the door.

The Russian looked over at his partner. “When you told him dinner was taken care of, you meant…”

“No need to get fancy,” Napoleon said, handing the apron to Illya. “No aspic, no soufflé, nothing like that.”

With a smile, he left.

Illya surveyed the cabinets, inventorying his ingredients. He sighed when he saw the cardboard canister of salt with its cheery slogan: “When it rains – it pours.”

Comments

[colonial-teapot.livejournal.com]

Nicely done. This made me think of how I often draw comparisons between MFU and The Wild Wild West, and that part of the fun of that is catching the subtle differences - unlike Artie, Illya's certainly no professional grade pastry chef, but he'll do okay. He always does.

Also, I like the image of pale yellow cabinets, especially with the "accent" of a pink apron.

[anamaryarmygram.livejournal.com]

Haha, thanks. Illya is nothing if not versatile!

I was originally going to make the kitchen all-white and very utilitarian, but then I thought – why would it be?