It's a party for your taste buds. Or maybe torture. OTA (foreward date for tonight really)

[magnetic_magpie]

It's entirely possible the person who had caused this little challenge wasn't going to show up - that didn't matter. Really after the fun of having a third puberty - grant it only the second he remembered - he needed a distraction. So he'd been cooking more and when challenge to make something "really hot" he'd worked at it until he had something not only incredibly spicy - probably far more than most people could eat - but also flavorful. There was actual flavor, not just heat to the pasta he'd created.

And then he'd send word that this dish was ready and he'd put it together in Ten Forward. Over the last few days, he'd mentioned it here and there and towards the evening, he popped his cooktop into a girdle-type base and set up on a table to start cooking.

Winner gets bragging rights. It's only a moderately sized plate of pasta, how bad can it be right?

It's probably just food prep safety that has Magneto and Annie wearing gloves. Couldn't be the spice levels at all. And the cooler to the side that contains ice cream? Also not a warning.

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[magnetic_magpie]

There's a blue spark - something else the kitty probably doesn't like - and a shield appearing around the food, vanishing when she's pulled back.

"Spice aside, I'm sure she shouldn't eat any. Onions are good for cats." 'She' was habit, he tended to call all cats 'she'.

[reincarnshaman]

She fluffs up at the spark and vanishes out of Trever's hands.

Trever looks impressed at that. "Nice warding spell."

Because it has to be magic, right? That's what he defaults to. He reached out a finger to see if it'd get stopped as well.

"No. They're not really. And the only cat I know that can eat onions safely doesn't like eating organic material unless he absolutely has to. He'd rather eat the frying pan than what's in the frying pan."

[magnetic_magpie]

He huffed a laugh as the cat took off. Worked well, he must say.

"Not a spell, but thank you." He doesn't stop Trever, but he does warn, "If you touch it, you have to eat it." He did hate to dump food in the trash - even if he knew most people would be.

"What kind of cat is that?" Because he's pretty certain it's a magic cat or genetically altered, either is equally plausible in his world.

[reincarnshaman]

"What is it then?" He stops before touching the food. He just wanted to see if he'd get prevented as well. He knows enough not to touch other people - who aren't family members - food. Family never counts.

"Domestic short haired house cat," Trever grinned a bit. "That teleports. We've run pretty much every diagnostic on her, down to genetic testing and everything says domestic short haired house cat. Even the fancy devices here say the same thing. No idea where she gets the teleportation from."