À bien dire, ce qu'il y a de meilleur ♔ dans l'homme, c'est le chien.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki looks a bit lost currently. Or more accurately, he looks like he has lost something. He turns around in a circle around himself, looking around the Plane, then looks back at the brochure he's holding, before looking back up again.]

Antoinette?

[he looks down at the brochure again, before folding it back up and putting it inside his jacket pocket.]

Antoinette! This is no time for hide and seek. [quietly under his breath, as he looks at his watch] You won that an hour ago. [he sighs and begins walking the Plane again on an epic quest to find his dog.] Antoinette! Come out wherever you are!

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[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Oo-oh! [gasp, he is holding that box of dinner the way Haruhi would hold ootoro] Ah ha! Yes! I have heard of this! [and he holds up the box of macaroni and cheese] Yes, this is the perfect opportunity to expand my horizons and broaden my range of experiences. [and he brings the box down to eye level again, carefully scrutinizing the instructions on the back. After a few minutes he finally begins looking around for pots and things]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[this gives Kyouya his chance to get his miso soup and sit down at the table. He watches Tamaki as he words, either to make sure Tamaki doesn't set himself on fire or to laugh at Tamaki when Tamaki sets himself on fire.

Possibly both.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[and Tamaki is working and making the mess one would expect. He nearly trips over Antoinette quite a few times as he goes back and forth, he has somehow gotten bits of the cheese mixture all over the floor and counter surfaces, and himself and Antoinette in the process, and he ended up overfilling the pot just enough that it bubbled over the edges. BUT he is able to make this all at least without setting himself or anything else on fire. Kyouya should be amazed, because this is amazing.]

[with a great deal of composure, dignity and prince-like posturing, Tamaki makes three bowls of the dinner and brings them to the table, setting one in front of Kyouya, one in front of himself, and one on the floor for Antoinette. While she is usually rather supportive of her master, she seems very uninterested in the Kraft dinner. And Tamaki, for someone covered here and there in macaroni and cheese looks very proud of himself.]

Father has made dinner, isn't this a wonderful treat, Mom? In fact, nothing would make Father happier than for Mother to take the first bite.

[Tamaki looks at Kyouya expectantly, smiling like a derp]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the dinner sceptically, then takes a sceptical bite.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya, so brave~]

[Tamaki looks on expectantly, waiting for Kyouya's verdict]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[He considers] The high level of starch and fat must help commoners compensate for their inability to purchase more expensive, healthier foods.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Do you think so? How clever! Commoner's wisdom is so marvelous. [Tamaki pauses, then leans in closer to Kyouya] Does that mean you like it?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

No.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki looks crestfallen] No?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Why would an analysis mean I like or dislike something, idiot?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyouya! [Tamaki whines and drags out that name in only the way he can] You must like it! I did make it for you, that instantly makes it delicious! So say it, Kyouya, say it!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

It's rude to bully someone into saying they like or dislike something.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyouya!

[he sits down dramatically and makes a face at Kyouya]

Mommy. Just tell me if you liked what I made you.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Tamaki. Don't disturb me when I'm eating.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Kyou -

[but Tamaki stops short and then smiles]

But you're eating it still! Which means you must like it, because there's no merit for you in eating something you don't like just for my benefit!

Mommy likes Daddy's cooking!

[and then Tamaki digs into his own food finally]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

There's always merit in making you shut up.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

But how can I shut up when you enjoy my cooking so much. So that means you really do like it.

This Kraft dinner really is a miracle product!

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Eat your food.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[he pouts, but then pulls back and eats his food like a sullen five year old - which is what he is]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya ignores the five year old. Because he is eating.]

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[the quickest way to kill the five year old is to ignore him, as the sullenness is forgotten] Quite a few of our guests frequently bring their own culinary creations to share with us. I imagine they would like it if we had a special day where we returned the favour.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

It's an interesting idea, but how will we convince everyone that it wasn't an assassination attempt?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

An assassination attempt?

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

Your cooking.

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

Anyone would gladly eat my cooking! They wouldn't think it was an assassination attempt!

In fact, as proof, you ate my cooking!