A Series of Unfortunate Events [ffireafy]

Delectable

The two walked into town, following the sweet smell of breakfast. Roasted Chicken marinated with butter and herbs, Mash Potatoes all covered in savory gravy. Firey, who barely eats anything other than bread, since it was the only thing he could afford, thought that it would be nice to give himself some roast chicken once in a while. He found the restaurant which sold the breakfast they needed. It was built with wood, and looked old. The aroma of smoked chicken, and candle wax covered the place. The noise, it was lively. There seemed to be a jazz band playing inside, as people eat their meals.

  "Mother, I want to eat outside!"

   The woman, chuckled, and held the whining boy tight. "Are you tired of eating mommy's food?"

   The boy's whining stopped, and he pouted. "No, mother, but I want to eat chicken! We only eat it thrice a month.."

  The woman smiled then patted his head. She looked at him, her eyes were getting blurry, wrinkles on her face, she was getting older.

  One day, the boy had gotten a surprise. In the garden, he found his mother grilling what it seemed to be chicken.

  The boy looked a his mother, humming a tune while she cooked the chicken. He smiled, and ran to his mother, helping her our as she kept cooking.

  When they had served the meat on a shiny marble platter, his mother told him, "Why don't you feed our little plant?" The boy agreed, ever happily to do so. "Are you sure the plant is omnivorous?" The boy asked as he put a bowl of chicken infront of the pot.

Next day the bowl was empty clean inside their house.

"I wonder what happened that day.." said Firey, while looking at the store. Meanwhile, Leafy was stalling, staring at clothes and cloaks of every kind. She remembered the cloak she was wearing today.

"Leafy, do you want to eat he—" Firey was cut when he had saw her gone, out of the blue. "She even took my cloak with me.." He then felt a poke at his back, and it was her, giving him seven paper bags of clothes. He was stunned, as it was all new. "Where did you get this? The money for it?"

She smiled, slyly, perhaps. Firey was sweating already, maybe she had stolen it? "From my own money." She said. Leafy brought out a pouch filled with coins.

He sighed, rubbing the sweat off of him.

"Well, do you want to eat here?"

"Why? Does it make you remember something?"

"I- that's not-"

"I'm joking, Firey. Let's go wherever you want."

"Okay. Okay."

The restaurant was loud, a lively sound that can lift a soul of a person. Boy, was it so beautiful, like the garden restaurant he always ate at as a kid. The aroma, it was amazing. They had settled in a wooden table by the corner, litten by a candlelight.

"Do you want to sit here?" Asked Firey, as Leafy was talking by one of the workers there. "Sure. I'll just tell them what we want."

We.

She referred to them as we.

Leafy was quite thoughtful, she thought about him too. It was nice to eat with someone for years.

"Firey, I told them we wanted chicken and some soup. I hope that isn't much."

"It's enough. Thank you for the cloak, can I pay you back?"

"No, it's fine. It's a gift for you for lending me your cloak."

"If you insist, then." Firey smiled, and grinned at the paper bag. It had been so long since he had gotten a gift, so so long. It hurt to know that he had been lonely all these years, and here he is, socializing with someone he barley knew, but trusted.

Dinner was fantastic, they both finished the Chicken, but Firey ate most of it. Leafy laughed at how much he had eaten, and left only the bones. It was quite a night, as the band played inside the restaurant, nothing could ever go wrong.

Leafy stared at the flickering candle, the wick holding the flame as the wax melted off at the sides. She sighed, and grinned at it. Firey, had saw this. It seemed she was fascinated, and Firey wondered, had he not been the only person who had thought that Fire, a very dangerous element is a rare beauty and exception? He closed his eyes, and slowly moves his fingers gently near the fire. It moved.

Of course it moved, there was air, but it moved differently. The fire, it danced. It made shapes, movements, it got bigger, sometimes smaller, and made signs. Oh, was it so breathtaking. A magnificent sighting, indeed. The people had saw this, fascinated too. Was this man some sort of magician? Who knows?

The flame kept moving, it flied everywhere, but it didn't go so well. Firey's cloak had gone off, and he was seen.