Felicity picks up the geodickduck. There's no delicate way to do it. The thing is legit huge and requires her to use her whole hand. She looks at it closely, feels it weight, and lets out a short Huh before setting it back down.
She thinks back to WizSexEd and someone's comment about how the cold can make dicks smaller. "Are we sure we're supposed to heat this thing up?" she asks, concerned -- and intrigued -- by how big this could get.
"I mean, it would probably be rather chewy raw?" Claudia wrinkles her nose and wiggles the tip again, fascinated by how floppy it is. She turns back to the basket. Maybe they have something a little less, uh, uncomfortable to behold in here.
"But, if we're out of our depth on the, um..." A vague gesture toward the geoduck on the table. "We also have corndogs, bananas, uh—whatever this is, and..." Claudia removes each ingredient from the basket, one by one, stacking them on their workspace. "Are these just testicles? Are we cooking with testicles?"
Honestly? Way to stick to a theme, P.
Edited (bad cooking with quodcocks) 2020-05-15 21:44 (UTC)
"It's like if condoms and candles had a baby and named it Pepper," Tony muses, holding up a brightly colored, waxy mini ... y'know for closer inspection. "Someone should taste it."
Before the last word is out, he has a fingertip pressed against the tip of his nose. "Not it."
"Oh. I'm not scared." Of course he's not. Tybalt is perched on a kitchen counter in a very unhygenic manner indeed, and holds his hand out for whatever anyone may want him to taste-test. Diseases from phallic seafood be damned. This is a very bad idea.
Felicity is reaching into the basket to find the perfect thing for Tybalt to try, when in her excitement, she knocks it over. Felicity bends to pick up the spilled items, forgetting the magical properties of the basket. Her attempts at clean-up are immediately futile. As one phallic food falls to the ground, another appears, creating a steady stream of dick food. In moments, they're all drowning in D.
"Oh no," she says, shoulders slumping as she stares at where a camera might be. "Not again."
Edited (I'm not sure I did this correctly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 2020-05-16 22:26 (UTC)
Don't tell anyone, but the geofuck and rocky mountain oysters are kind of embarrassing to Wyatt. He can't quite look directly at either one. He really just wanted snacks, anyway? Normal snacks. Well, normal to him.
So, when Felicity, with uncharacteristic, downright ridiculous clumsiness, knocks over the basket and just keeps spilling more and more foods, Wyatt isn't sure whether to help or to flee. That's just so much phallic food. Of course, when a friend needs help, you help them. He wades in, trying to close the basket lid, but finding that he is suddenly hapless now too.
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dickduck. There's no delicate way to do it. The thing is legit huge and requires her to use her whole hand. She looks at it closely, feels it weight, and lets out a short Huh before setting it back down.She thinks back to WizSexEd and someone's comment about how the cold can make dicks smaller. "Are we sure we're supposed to heat this thing up?" she asks, concerned -- and intrigued -- by how big this could get.
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"But, if we're out of our depth on the, um..." A vague gesture toward the geoduck on the table. "We also have corndogs, bananas, uh—whatever this is, and..." Claudia removes each ingredient from the basket, one by one, stacking them on their workspace. "Are these just testicles? Are we cooking with testicles?"
Honestly? Way to stick to a theme, P.
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Before the last word is out, he has a fingertip pressed against the tip of his nose. "Not it."
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"Oh no," she says, shoulders slumping as she stares at where a camera might be. "Not again."
BAD COOKING W/ QUODCOOKS (OPEN++) (IG)
So, when Felicity, with uncharacteristic, downright ridiculous clumsiness, knocks over the basket and just keeps spilling more and more foods, Wyatt isn't sure whether to help or to flee. That's just so much phallic food. Of course, when a friend needs help, you help them. He wades in, trying to close the basket lid, but finding that he is suddenly hapless now too.
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"What's happening, y'all?" he asks, his mouth still full of worm.