Corn Pie

[Sly Cooper]

Damon rushed to the garden's 'storage housing-thingy' as he liked to call it. He was determined to find corn to have his wife make the best pie in all of Gatlin. He also figured that the best place to find the best corn would be in the 'storage housing-thingy'. He wasn't sure if Rebekah was behind him, and honestly, he was too excited to care. His long legs could carry him pretty far pretty fast, so it was possible he left her behind, especially with her being wounded and all. But, Rebekah being the long-legged, and energetic girl could be right there. Meanwhile, while opening the doors he sang happily, "Corn, corn, corn in the morning, corn on the way to work, corn during work, corn on the way back from work, corn, corn, corn."

[Bunny]

Damon was right - on many counts. Rebekah was morbidly injured, and, as thus, her back was troubling her and she winced at every step.

But he was also right on the other count; Rebekah was a tall, healthy (Before the beating), energetic girl, and was able to keep up with her husband. It was painful, agonizing, but she couldn't really blame Damon when he was following her exact orders. In fact, she even managed to crack a smile and lift her voice in song with him. "Corn corn corn!" she chirped, leaning against the shed. "This'll work," she declared. "We make a pie for Isaac, and he uses his God-Communication-Power to heal my back. Flawless? I think so."

[Sly Cooper]

Damon stopped singing and caught his breath. There was indeed corn, lots of it, like the rest of Gatlin, filled with mostly corn. "It's the perfect plan! But we have to make good corn pie or it won't work. But maybe, just because it's corn it is automatically good!" He had a huge, ear to ear grin, as he folded the bottom of his shirt up so he could carry as much corn as he could. So much corn. "We'll make corn pie crust, and fill it with corn! And it will be so tasty, not even Isaac will keep a strait face!"

[Bunny]

"Exactly," Rebekah nodded in agreement with her husband's words and offered him a wide grin. "And don't worry about it being good. One time, I was the best chef in all Gatlin!" Or rather, she declared herself the best chef in Gatlin and instead of disputing her, everyone just rolled their eyes. But it was still valid, and Damon didn't have to know the entire story.

[Sly Cooper]

"Is this enough corn to make a pie?" Damon opened his arms up a bit and a couple ears of corn spilled out. "Oops-- Or are you--" he pulled the bottom of his shirt up to his chest trying not to let any more escape, then bent over to pick the cobs that he had lost. "Are you going to make the crust out of corn too?"

[Bunny]

Rebekah watched the corn cobs fall and made no move to assist her husband in their cleanup. "No," she said absently in response to his question. "I'm going to make the crust the old fashioned way, but..." She cocked her head to the side. "That could be good! Right! We need more corn!" The newly wed started to haphazardly grab at the supplies, tearing the vegetables away from their storage and ignoring the mess she made as some of the more precarious veggies tumbled to the floor.

"More corn!" she repeated.

[Sly Cooper]

"Yes--" Damon watched the falling vegetables with pure horror on his face. "More corn--" He held the corn close to him with one hand as he hurried to pick the fallen food up with the other. "How much corn though?" He only slightly regretted mentioning it, but on the other hand he smiled at his newly beloved and how extreme she could be. "Cos-- corn-- There isn't as much corn on a cob as you think, cos a huge part of it is the hard stuff you can't eat in the middle."

[Bunny]

Rebekah replied to Damon's question without missing a beat. She had already thought this through, and she hardly restrained a roll of her eyes at the stupidity of his question. "Well, duh no one eats the middle. Just like no one eats the crust of pie. People just eat the yummy stuff inside. Crust is a convenient carrying case." She paused and gave Damon was speculative eyeball, trying to measure whether or not her husband would understand the parallel she was trying to draw.

Uncertain, she just flat-out said it. "So I'll use the inside of the corn as the crust 'cuz Isaac won't eat that anyway. I think we have enough corn," she added, suddenly struggling to stand under the weight of the bushels of corn she had shoved onto the hem of her dress which she had curved into a secure loft, and the pain of her back yowling with protest.

Her eyes narrowed and she planted her feet firmly beneath her. Rebekah tilted her pointed chin to the air and glared defiantly forward. "Let's make a pie!"

[Sly Cooper]

I know no one eats the crust-- but that sounds like a terrible idea Damon's eyes widened. He was notorious for keeping his mouth shut. "Right-- let's go make that pie,' he echoed Is the inside of corn edible? Geeze, I hope so. "Where do we go to make pie?" It was always the women who did the cooking, so he wasn't entirely sure where to head off to, so instead he just stood there dumbfounded.

[Bunny]

OOC: Excellent Question! O.O

IC:
"Outside the girl's communal house," Rebekah shrugged, pleased that Damon hadn't spoken up and said something stupid to dissuade her from her flawless plan. "There's a hutch with all the ovens and ingredients and junk."

[Sly Cooper]

"Right-- to the girls--- Wait I can't go there! I'm a boy!" He looked at he wife with wide eyes. "Boys and girls-- they don't--" He was sure he had a point, although he was also sure that Rebekah would dissuade him from whatever that point was. "They just don't do that kind of thing. It's okay to be with you when you're running around naked cos--- you're my wife!" His cheeks grew read at the thought. "But-- that's what girls do at the communal home-- they-- run around naked!" Or at least he was sure of it, after all that's what the boys would do in their communal home.

[Bunny]

Rebekah scowled. "Is that what's running through your mind?" she snarled, raking her gaze over Damon's form and ultimately lingering pointedly at his crotch as though expecting the Little Gentleman to have risen for the duel, ready to fire. "Pornography? You've thought about this a lot, haven't you? Of course, this would happen to me -- a pervert for a hubby!" she cried before Damon had the chance to defend himself. She lifted the back of her hand to her forehead and swooned, causing an avalanche of corn to tumble to the floor.

Rebekah watched it fall with wide eyes. "An omen!" she breathed. "My husband's a pervert who wallows in lust and sin, and now corn runs away from me! Don't tell Isaac! Don't you dare tell Isaac that I'm anti-corn! If you do, I'll tell him you're a pervert!"

[Sly Cooper]

"Well-- n-no. It's not that--- it's just-- the boys--- the communal home--" Damon face grew pale and his stomach churned. "It's just that the boys run around starkers why wouldn't the girls--- and--- I-- am not prepared to see that-- or--" He went to pick the spilled corn back up and put it back in the bushel. He did not allow his eye to meet his wife in any way shape or form. "I understand where you go that n-notion from-- but that's not it at all!"

[Bunny]

Rebekah glared daggers at Damon. So, he was trying to weasel his way out of his perverted ways with a lie, eh? Well, it wouldn't work! "Stop lying to me," she ordered with a stamp of her foot. "Pervert! Now, we're going to go make the corn pie!" She started to gather up the scattered ears. "But don't get too excited. The ovens are outside the home. You won't get to see any naked girls. Perv," muttered. The more she thought about Damon's perverted ways, the angrier she got. He hadn't even consummated the marriage with her! But, being a pervert, he probably wanted to do it with everyone. Why not her?

"Jerk."

[Sly Cooper]

Damon blinked dumbfounded. He wasn't trying to be a pervert-- But then again, if someone else says it, it must be true? "Right then-- We shall make a corn pie outside the communal homes--" He wasn't trying to be a pervert. The idea made him a little nauseous. In all relationships, the woman is right! Or at least that's what he was taught-- so Rebekah was right, he was a pervert.

"Sorry--," Damon squeaked like a mouse.