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deifire's prompt, "zombies"
"I'm on the verge of being disappointed in you," said Marilyn. From the unhappy set of her mouth, she was already there.
"Mom!" Syndi protested. "I swear I had nothing to do with this."
A sugar-sprite capered on the Teller's kitchen counter. Marilyn blasted it with the small hand-held blowtorch she normally used to finish off creme brulee. It froze, tipped over, and shattered into a million caramelised shards.
"Your brother and father have been kidnapped by sentient gingerbread men," she said. "The food court at the Eerie Mall is burning. The ice-cream counter at the World o' Stuff is ground zero for a mint-and-vanilla flavoured second Ice Age. And my grandmother's cookbook is missing."
Syndi sighed.
"Fine," she said, pulling a heavy volume from her backpack. The cover illustrations were Good Housekeeping via Hieronymus Bosch. "Half of these recipes don't work anyway."
"They work fine, sweetheart," said Marilyn. "You just need to get used to metric measurements."
"But they're so fiddly!" Syndi wailed.
"Well, that's the difference between a really good home-made pizza crust, and an army of reanimated meatloaf zombies attacking the townsfolk," said Marilyn.
"They were only supposed to go after Marshall," Syndi grumbled. "Stupid meatloaf zombies."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," said Marilyn.
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"I'm on the verge of being disappointed in you," said Marilyn. From the unhappy set of her mouth, she was already there.
"Mom!" Syndi protested. "I swear I had nothing to do with this."
A sugar-sprite capered on the Teller's kitchen counter. Marilyn blasted it with the small hand-held blowtorch she normally used to finish off creme brulee. It froze, tipped over, and shattered into a million caramelised shards.
"Your brother and father have been kidnapped by sentient gingerbread men," she said. "The food court at the Eerie Mall is burning. The ice-cream counter at the World o' Stuff is ground zero for a mint-and-vanilla flavoured second Ice Age. And my grandmother's cookbook is missing."
Syndi sighed.
"Fine," she said, pulling a heavy volume from her backpack. The cover illustrations were Good Housekeeping via Hieronymus Bosch. "Half of these recipes don't work anyway."
"They work fine, sweetheart," said Marilyn. "You just need to get used to metric measurements."
"But they're so fiddly!" Syndi wailed.
"Well, that's the difference between a really good home-made pizza crust, and an army of reanimated meatloaf zombies attacking the townsfolk," said Marilyn.
"They were only supposed to go after Marshall," Syndi grumbled. "Stupid meatloaf zombies."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," said Marilyn.
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