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Meal time was always a battle. There was no denying it; Davi was a picky eater. K'tisha mustered an enthusiastic expression as she placed Davi's heaped plate in front of him. He promptly shoved it away.
"Nope. I don't like it," he pouted.
K'tisha tensed. "But you haven't even tried it!" she cooed. "I got it especially for you! And you must be hungry after school."
Davi deigned to hook his plate closer, and eyed the contents suspiciously.
"It doesn't look right." He prodded it. "Are you sure it's ready?"
"Of course it is, dear. The lady at the market helped me choose a good one, and all!"
"But, Muuum, it looks yucky."
"No. It's perfect. Look. Its skin is in perfect condition, no spots or marks, and it's exactly the right colour."
Davi scowled. "Jeq's family had one the other night, and it wasn't that colour."
His mother suppressed a sigh. "The lady at the market said the darker the better, so long as it's not too shiny. Davi, you need to eat."
He slumped back in his chair, glowering at her. She stifled an urge to shove the plate into his face.
"The lady taught me all about them! This was the absolute best one there! Good skin condition, good skin colour, a good weight for its size. It even passes the tap test!" She demonstrated.
He glared.
K'tisha sighed, and reached for a knife. "Look, I'll cut it up for you." She levered the blade through the skin, working off some suppressed frustration, and extracted a delicate slice.
"See? Look how red and juicy the insides are. Mmm, yummy." She pantomimed deliciousness, and shoved his plate back at him.
Davi sniffed, and sniffed again. "Mum, what's that smell?"
K'tisha sniffed, too. "That's funny, it smelled alright at the market." She gingerly prodded her carefully selected offering, and then hooked it up in one tentacle. The creature dangled loosely, its four funny appendages hanging down. She shook it, to little effect, then brought it towards her olfactory organ. "Eurgh!"
Revolted, K'tisha slithered across the kitchen and dumped the human into the recycler, then scrubbed her tentacles at the sink.
"Sorry, Davi. Shall I pop out and pick up a couple of Centaurians, instead?"
Davi nodded.
"Nope. I don't like it," he pouted.
K'tisha tensed. "But you haven't even tried it!" she cooed. "I got it especially for you! And you must be hungry after school."
Davi deigned to hook his plate closer, and eyed the contents suspiciously.
"It doesn't look right." He prodded it. "Are you sure it's ready?"
"Of course it is, dear. The lady at the market helped me choose a good one, and all!"
"But, Muuum, it looks yucky."
"No. It's perfect. Look. Its skin is in perfect condition, no spots or marks, and it's exactly the right colour."
Davi scowled. "Jeq's family had one the other night, and it wasn't that colour."
His mother suppressed a sigh. "The lady at the market said the darker the better, so long as it's not too shiny. Davi, you need to eat."
He slumped back in his chair, glowering at her. She stifled an urge to shove the plate into his face.
"The lady taught me all about them! This was the absolute best one there! Good skin condition, good skin colour, a good weight for its size. It even passes the tap test!" She demonstrated.
He glared.
K'tisha sighed, and reached for a knife. "Look, I'll cut it up for you." She levered the blade through the skin, working off some suppressed frustration, and extracted a delicate slice.
"See? Look how red and juicy the insides are. Mmm, yummy." She pantomimed deliciousness, and shoved his plate back at him.
Davi sniffed, and sniffed again. "Mum, what's that smell?"
K'tisha sniffed, too. "That's funny, it smelled alright at the market." She gingerly prodded her carefully selected offering, and then hooked it up in one tentacle. The creature dangled loosely, its four funny appendages hanging down. She shook it, to little effect, then brought it towards her olfactory organ. "Eurgh!"
Revolted, K'tisha slithered across the kitchen and dumped the human into the recycler, then scrubbed her tentacles at the sink.
"Sorry, Davi. Shall I pop out and pick up a couple of Centaurians, instead?"
Davi nodded.
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Date: 2015-01-28 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-29 03:32 am (UTC)I can definitely see this happening, even with tentacles.
The piece plays the quote so literally, but the language is ripe and juicy in the exchange. It's too bad that human goes bad so quickly.
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Date: 2015-01-29 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-29 10:15 am (UTC)I suspected something terrible at around this point, and you proved me right. Why did you have to prove me right?!
It is somewhat comforting to know, however, that even sentient creatures so alien to us have bratty kids.
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Date: 2015-01-29 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-29 11:51 pm (UTC)Yark!
And yet, it suits the prompt well. :D
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Date: 2015-01-29 09:41 pm (UTC)I've never been a pleading parent, but then my kids aren't picky. Our kids know that they have to take one bite, and if they don't like it after that, they can choose to have a peanut butter sandwich instead. It used to happen about once a month, but I don't actually remember the last time one of them opted out completely! We serve avocado separate to our salads, since Finn and Xander don't like it, and Xander puts all of his mushrooms but one onto Vieve's plate, but that's about it.
(I went on an ECE course with someone who was at another course with me, about 12 months previously. In tones of absolute horror, she related the story of someone she met who let their kids have peanut butter sandwiches if they didn't like dinner - she remembered the story but forgot it was me. All I'll say is that I'm not the one spending two hours battling her kids to eat dinner every night and dreading every meal time.)
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Date: 2015-01-30 04:49 pm (UTC)But geez, how big must these tentacle monsters be? A whole human fits on a child's plate!
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Date: 2015-02-01 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-31 04:17 pm (UTC)I was the kid who would eat anything. My brothers were the sort to puke all over the kitchen table before they took a bite of something they didn't like. Bleh.
But seriously, how big ARE these creatures? O.O
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Date: 2015-02-02 11:11 pm (UTC)She stifled an urge to shove the plate into his face.
I've been there with my own little monsters.
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Date: 2015-02-02 11:54 pm (UTC)