The CAP: Something's Cooking (part 2)
by Nydiva
A quick summary: three hunks, three rooms and the crazed cook Nydiva trying to
serve and seduce simultaneously.
A swift glance at pots simmering, a fast stir, and Nydiva threw off the blue sash and
thongs (which Iolaus so admired) and re-donned the turquoise sash and golden sandals
favored by Apollo. Carefully but quickly, Nydiva ladled her famous butternut squash soup
into two gold rimmed bowls and set off down the corridor to door number 1. Apollo looked
up with a smile as Nydiva entered bearing the steaming soup. She set them down on the
table and they began to eat. Nydiva reached for her spoon. "Oops. I'm so sorry. I'm
short one spoon; please go ahead." Before Apollo could protest, she dashed from the
room.
A lightning change into purple sash and silver slippers was followed by Nydiva dipping
into another pot full of chicken consommé. Trying not spill as she hurried along, Nydiva
burst open door number 2 (which, thank heavens, Morpheus took for eagerness) and carefully
nestled the soup on the tables. Just as she was about to sit, Nydiva sprang back up.
"You start without me. I forgot the croutons." She backed out of the room,
shutting the door, before Morpheus could utter a word.
A little short of breath, Nydiva flung herself into the kitchen and grabbed two more bowls
and plunged them into a kettle of creamy mushroom soup. Nydiva shrugged out of her
slippers and loosely draped the blue sash around her waist, as she wiped the rim of the
bowls. Another mad dash down the corridor to room number 3.
Iolaus had just about polished off the appetizers but was already ready for more. His eyes
twinkled merrily and his hair shone in the firelight. Nydiva's breath became even shorter.
She sank onto the pillows beside him and handed him the steaming bowl. Even before he
could take a sip, Nydiva (sighing inwardly) said in a chiding voice, "How careless of
me, I left the bread and butter in the kitchen." Iolaus was about to tell her to
forget it, but paused, "fresh Challah?" he inquired hopefully. Nydiva nodded and
sped out.
Grabbing a spoon and ripping off the blue sash, she re-tied the turquoise one. A stunned
glance showed her she still had on the silver slippers, which she promptly kicked off and
exchanged for the golden sandals. She fled back towards door number 1. Practically
grabbing the soup plate out of Apollo's hands, she called over her shoulder, "Back
with the next course soon," She sighed and threw an entreating glance at Apollo. The
door banged shut behind her.
Muttering that she should have thought of roller sandals, Nydiva grabbed for the purple
sash and silver slippers. She winced as she grabbed a loaf of hot bread straight from the
oven and soothed the burn by holding the cool butter tub. Her head began to swim as she
shot towards door number 2. "Here's the bread," she sang. Morpheus looked up
puzzled, "Ah, that will be nice as well". He took the loaf and butter from a
somewhat dazed looking Nydiva and pulled her down onto the lounge. She rested her head
wearily on Morpheus' wide shoulders for a lovely moment, and started to snuggle - her eyes
took on a distant, dreamy look!! But she snapped back to alertness and giving him a
lingering kiss, asked him to hold that thought while she saw to a few last minute
preparations.
Back in the kitchen (and getting hotter by the second), she ripped off the purple sash and
slippers, grabbed a bowlful of croutons and threw open door number 1 Her eyes widened in
shock, but she quickly recovered. "Just a few minutes more - I promise it'll be worth
waiting for." Thank goodness for Apollo's easy going nature. He smiled warmed at the
flustered Amazon as he idly plucked at a lyre. Nydiva's resolve nearly failed her. The
prospect of a duet with the god of Music was hard to resist. Still clutching the bowl of
croutons, Nydiva flung open door number 3 and threw the bowl on the floor. Iolaus jumped a
bit, but then laughed at the embarrassed look on Nydiva's face. "Look, I know I
wanted a quiet evening; but I really don't mind a little company too", he said,
patting the cushions invitingly. Nydiva was about ready to cry. She gave him a wavery
smile and said she still had a few more turns of the spit before the next course would be
done.
To be continued...
Posted on Aug 09 1999, 01:34 PM
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