The Lynx And The Humming Bird: Sandwich
Ironically, I Have Nothing Profound To Say About Sandwiches. Never Thought I'd See The Day….
Continuity: After Leader Before Race
"Jinx, do you think you can make me a sandwich?" There was slight pause between what the young Flash had said and his pink-haired girl actually hearing it. She looked up from her magazine when it had finally processed her ears what he had said. He did realize he had asked her of all people to cook right?
Granted it wasn't as bad as Raven's Doomsday Pancakes—no they were called that because the world had ending when she made them, it was a worse reason actually—but when she had lived with the Five, it had always been Mammoth who made the meals (he had to have been a 5 star chef in passed life, honestly.) "Why?" Was all she asked in reply to him, a quizzically eyebrow rose.
He was sitting upside down on the couch beside her, playing a videogame at ridiculously speeds. How it still remained intact with his thumb speed was something she would never really understood. "Because," He started in a slow and drawn out way, "When I make something, it's for my metabolism's sake. It's been forever since I had something good made with a little TLC. And if you make it I know it'll be amazing!"
She blushed besides herself, bring her magazine to cover her face as he looked over at her. Jinx had thoroughly believed that he'd stop find ways to get to him with his word play! It was like he was some sort of Cupid who could shoot arrows into her heart with the right words! What did he have someone teach him bow and arrow lessons when she wasn't looking? She sighed, standing up and heading to the kitchen. "I do this for you once, alright, Sweet Feet. But you owe me a Turkey didn't when November rolls around, you hear me!"