//------------------------------// // Mini:The sandwich war // Story: Able bodied // by The Sumareian //------------------------------// A/N : This is before Bon Bons arrival. (Sorry, still trying to flesh out how the two of them interact.) Day 1 (In the evening): Lyra felt another bead of sweat slide down her neck, as she carefully placed a slice of tomato down on the sandwich she had been agonizing over for the last couple minutes. She held her breath as the tomato all but touched the lettuce , one mistake her and her sandwich would be ruined. "Hey Lyra, have you seen my...." Able walked into the kitchen tossing off her focus. Causing her to accidentally pinch the juicy veggie on itself, her eyes widened in horror as a pair of stray seeds plopped onto the lettuce. " Shoes." "Able," A very dark part of Lyras soul was telling her to pounce on him and stomp him to death. "Your shoes....." She felt her voice tremble with anger. "Are at the door, remember." "Okay, thanks Lyra." Able walked out of the kitchen leaving her to stare blankly at the travesty that was now the flawed sandwich. Day 2 (Noon): "Doo be do wap do be do wap." Able opened the fridge, and started rummaging through. "Lets see here. Nope, naw, maybe..." He dug deeper and deeper into the refrigerator, he didn't admit it but he loved the fact that Harper and Stormy went shopping yesterday. Grabbing some cheese and hummus he stood back up. "Now where is the bread?" He walked up to the bread box and smiled. "There you are my little pieces of..." he trailed off as he looked dumbfounded at the empty bread box. He remembered putting the bread in there himself, but now it was gone not even a tiny crumb remained. "Something missing Able?" He jumped as he turned to see Lyra sitting at the table staring right at him, a half sandwich sitting there on a plate in front of her. "Oh, hey Lyra." Able gulped a bit, considering the fact that he almost shit his pants, a gulp was a very mild response. "H.. have you seen the bread?" "Why yes I have." Lyra leaned back in her chair, a slightly sinister smile on her face. "So where is it?" Able asked looking at the mare expectantly. "Oh here and there.... now and then." She flicked her tail, almost causing her to loss her balance in the chair. "Now and then?" Able raised his eyebrow. "Know what fuck it." Able slammed down a piece of lettuce on the counter. Day 3 (Morning): Harper waited for the toaster, to finish so he could get something for breakfast. There was the moment when he was confused why the bread was in the drawer with all the silverware, but he and Stormy were to tired to think about it for long. "Got the coffee." Stormy said as she placed a steaming mug on the counter next to him. "How goes the food?" "It goes," Harper smiled as the toaster popped up to reveal two golden brown pieces of toasted beauty. "Good." "Sweet," Stormy sat down in the chair and took a tentative sip at her piping hot drink. "Could you put some of that strawberry jam on mine." "Okay," Harper used his magic to move the toast closer to the fridge, he strained slightly as he extended his magic to open the fridge and produce a butter knife. He strained once more, a look of confusion started to cross his face as he let his magic go, almost causing him to drop the knife had he not hovered it over next to the toast. "What, in the world?" "What is it?" Stormy sat up, and got out of her chair. "Everything in the fridge is gone." Harper said in numb shock as Stormy trotted up and gasped in surprise. Day 4 (The time of the sandwich war.): "Lyra!" Able violently opened the door to her guest room. "Able, don't look I'm naked!"Lyra shouted, causing him to shield his eyes almost out of instinct. "Dammit Lyra!" He tore his hand away from his eyes. "Your always naked." "Is that really a bad thing?" She looked at him with puppy dog eyes. Rolling his eyes he looked around Lyras room. unsurprisingly it was a complete and total mess. He looked at all the clothes scattered about, he was curious how someone who he had never seen wear clothes could have so many splayed out on the floor. he looked down at his feet and brushed what looked like a comically oversized sock. "Hey, careful with that." Lyras yellow magic aura engulfed the garment. Bring it over to her self and gently stroked it. "These are imported cotton. What did you want anyway?" She glanced up to to him. "Lyra, do you know what happened to the food?" Her ears perked for a moment, as Able leaned against the door frame. "What about it?" "Oh nothing really." Able yawned "Just, that I was thinking of making a sandwich, maybe use that big juicy tomato, you know the one Harper paid two bits for because it was so big." "I don't know what happened to it." Lyra felt the muscles in her ear tense up as she struggled to stop it from twitching. Able picked up on the sudden tension that shot through the mare however and smiled. "Oh well, I guess I could just go to town, and pick up a sandwich from that griffion place Stormy keeps on going on about." He walked down the hallway. Lyra, listened as Ables footsteps grew fainter and fainter. She didn't want to admit it but she was starting to get hungry too. She looked over her shoulder, certain Able was downstairs getting ready to leave. It couldn't hurt for her to make something simple. She lit up her horn and opened to the pocket dimension she kept most of the things she just didn't want to carry around. Reaching in with her magic she felt a tingle, grabbing it she pulled out one of the most succulent tomatoes she had ever seen from the opening she made in front of her. "Ah,ha! Caught you red handed." She nearly jumped out of her horseshoes when Able charged into the room wagging his finger at her. "I knew you hid the food somewhere." Lyra for her part felt like a foal who was caught with their hoof in the cookie jar. "I... I um." She felt her ear slapping against her skull. "Took all the food and hid it in your little portal thingy." Able yanked the tomato out her magical field, his ring causing her aura to sputter and dissipate. "Fine," She looked up to him a tinge of anger in her eyes. "You caught me, I took all the food. But I'm the only one who can put it all back, and I say I don't wanna." Able leaned over so he was eye to eye with her. Her look of anger was easily countered by Ables judgmental stare. "All I want is a sandwich, I can't get one if somepony decides to hoard all the food for no apparent reason." He said in a shockingly cold monotone. " So it would behoove you to simply return the food so that I along with Harper and Stormy don't make you do so by force." "How about you earn the food, in a little contest." She smiled back to him, not even flinching. "Fine what do you have in mind?" ****** "A sandwich war?" Able looked at the counter where just about all the food Harper bought on his recent shopping trip. "Yes, and the rules are simple, make as many sandwiches as you can each one improving on the last, when you are unable to make any more you give the last one to the judges.." "And who are our judges?" Lyras eyes widened for a moment before waving her hoof dismissively. "We'll figure that out when the time comes. Ready? " Able reached for the butter knife, when he looked up to Lyra a piece of bread hovered in her magical aura. They stared each other in the eye. "Go!" Both of them shouted as they began furiously making sandwiches. Able grabbed the peanut butter first and started to spread it on one of the pieces of bread he had in front of him. Lyra must have guessed that would be his first move, as she quickly grabbed the strawberry jam and started spreading it on her piece of bread. There was a tense second when they locked eyes once more as the both finished, Able reached for the honey instead of the jam while Lyra snatched up the peanut butter and frantically started spreading it on her bread. She looked up to Able as he stamped his two pieces of bread together a cocky smile on his face as he pulled out another two slices and put them down in front of him. He picked up one of the cutting knives and a tomato and started to cut into it slices. Lyra felt bead of sweat run down her brow as she quickly realized she was falling behind. She looked up at Able for a moment, his hands dancing over the two slices of bread as he put the finishing touches on his third sandwich. "That's it the kiddy shoes are coming of." Lyra strained as her horn began to glow a bit brighter. Several slices of bread floated in the air between the two of them. "Bring it." Able stamped down his third sandwich. *************** "I mean, its not like Sky is a bad weather manager, its just that she seems to focused on her research." Stormy complained, as she adjusted the bag of food that was on her side. "But, Stormy she may be looking for an assistant weather coordinator here pretty soon, and if I'm not being so bold I think shes seeing if you can handle it first." Harper, said tiredly as he adjusted his bags on his back as well. "But still, it would help if she actually gave me some more say in how we do things. I mean she keeps telling us to take some clouds from the forest. 'We wont need worry about running out when there are perfectly good clouds just floating over the forest.' It makes no sense." She trotted up onto the porch and stepped out of Harpers way as he pulled out his key. "I thought, there was no difference between the ones from Cloudsdale and the ones from the forest." He opened the door. "There is a huge difference," She angrily blurted out as the two of them trotted inside. "Those are wild clouds, we can't even begin to predict when we can actually use them, and when we use them in storms, they either let out too much water or they just shoot out lightning everywhere. It's like you trying to replant with a bunch of cacti, without magic." "That would be a pain." He replied, imagining how much of a pain his job would become. "Harper, Stormy!!" Both of them jumped as Lyra manically burst out of the kitchen, Able hot on her heels. "Eat this!!" Both of them shouted as the dove at the two of them. Harper acted quickly and threw up a forcefield in front of him and Stormy. The both were surprised to see the faces of the two pressed up against it and slowly starting to slide to the floor. "We, got some food you guys." Stormy showed the pair the bag. "Hope you like sandwiches."