//------------------------------// // Georg's Raid-iate the Fridge (FoME's "The Flavor Cosmic") // Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) // by FanOfMostEverything //------------------------------// The substitute librarian strolled back into the library's kitchenette to grab a snack before bedtime, because the mission that had sent the Bearers off in such a hurry had caught him just before dinnertime, and being teleported from Canterlot to Ponyville by an uncommunicative Royal Guard had not left him with any time to grab take-out. Opening the icebox, he meditated upon the contents within, like thousands of other male ponies when faced by the need to provide their own sustenance. "Let's see," he mused, looking over the neatly labelled contents in the light of the icebox, "we have Entropic Chili, leftover Unfathomable Casserole with carrots, Indescribable Salad, Quantum Stewed Rutabaga, Non-Linear Asparagus..." Ever so slowly, the substitute librarian backed up and allowed the icebox door to close on its own. That's not the icebox light glowing. It's the contents. He stood there for a long moment, weighing his hunger against his common sense, then turned to the stove. "Guess I'll just have to cook up some Raman noodles instead."