Chapter Nine
"One man's feast is another man's toxic dump."
IRON CHEF
I rearranged seating at the broad, rough-hewn wooden rectangular dinner table, setting a seemingly random pattern of boy-girl-boy-girl all the way around along the big wooden benches. I wanted plenty of elbow room in between the students in case things got messy. With the Pervects' help, Bunny served dinner. As before, the Pervects supplied all the food, though they prepared only their own courses. Bunny made the rest. Normally we shared cooking duties. She and I had agreed that for the duration I wouldn't have to cook, in order to maintain my high status as Lord High Professor, a position above such 'menial' tasks.
What I could only describe as 'mixed' aromas came from the kitchen as Bee and Tolk served the food: three bowls of noisome wriggling goo for the Pervects; Klahdish food for three of us; a bowl of pale gray, faintly moldy-smelling cereal for Melvine; and raw green meat for Tolk. Even after years of living with Aahz, it was hard to look at or smell Pervish food, but the others' preferred choices didn't look that much better to me. I'd tapped one of the massive kegs in the cellar, since beer was one of the few things we could all agree on, and floated two huge foaming pitchers to the table.
"Terrific!" I said cheerfully as I invited everyone to sit down. "Everything looks good. Thanks, Bunny."
"A pleasure, Skeeve," Bunny smiled. She shimmied onto the bench at the head of the table next to me.
"Smells terrific, ma'am," Bee said.
"Thank you!" The beam Bunny bestowed upon the skinny corporal made him blush out to his prominent ears. Hastily, he took his place.
"And now," I began as everyone picked up his or her cutlery, "before you eat, I want everyone to pick up his or her bowl, and hand it to the person on your left."
"What????" they demanded.
"Just do it," I said. "As your tutor in practical magik, I want you to take Tolk's food, and hand yours to Melvine." Trying not to grin wickedly, I politely handed my plate to Bunny, who passed her steaming bowl of broccabbage and brined meat to Tolk. I accepted a bowl of writhing purple goo. "Everyone got some? Now, eat up!"
"No way!" Melvine whined, pushing the struggling entree as far away from him as he could. "I want my mush!"
"Not tonight," I said. "What you get tonight is in that bowl, and only in that bowl."
"No!" he howled, beginning to pound on the table with his fists. "I want my mush! I want my mush!"
"Melvine," I said ominously, "do you want me to go get your aunt?"
He looked up at me, his lower lip stuck out, tantrum forgotten. "No-ooo."
"Then try it," I said. "You might like it. You never know."
He wrinkled up his little pug nose. "It's icky!
Privately, I agreed with him. I would rather eat my bowl than what was in it, but I had a plan for getting around the 'ugh' factor. I was happy to offer clues to the students to achieve the same end for themselves.
"If you can't stand it in that form, change it in some way. You know plenty of magik. Something in what you learned in Elemental School ought to work. Give it a try."
"Well—" The big baby poked at the creepy-crawlies with a spoon. "But they stink."
"True," I agreed. "Try deodorizing them. Or change the smell. Pour gravy on them. Freeze them. Cover them in cheese dip. I don't care. Just as long as, by the end of the meal, the contents of that dish are in your stomach."
"Ewwwwwwwww." Melvine might protest, but he was intelligent enough to know I meant business. He couldn't
outstubborn me as long as I held the ultimate trump card: Markie. He crouched down at eye level to the purple creatures to study them.
"You're not eating," I observed.
"Gimme a minute!"
I glanced at the Pervects. They didn't look any happier than Melvine. I knew Pervects could eat anything that didn't eat them first, but I guessed that the girls had lived such sheltered lives that they had never tried off-dimension food. The prospect was clearly bringing them to the extreme edge of nausea. I had to enjoy the look on Pologne's face as she picked unhappily at the bowl of mush.
"It's dead," she wailed. "It disintegrated!"
"That's the way it's supposed to look," I said. "Melvine doesn't have very many teeth, so he needs soft food."
Pologne took a spoonful, and promptly spewed it across the table. "Gack! It's like sand!"
"And this?" Jinetta asked, presenting what had been Bee's plate. "There's no smell at all! It might be made of plastic. That's not real food."
"Sure it is. Klahds eat it every day."
Jinetta looked horrified. "You guys are sick."
Tolk looked as though he agreed with her. His nose was almost flat against the table, as he stalked at the food he had received from Bunny. When he decided it wasn't looking, he lunged towards it.
"Grrrrrrr," he snarled at the chunk of meat. It didn't move. I was tempted to make it wiggle, just to make the contest more interesting. He shoved his sensitive black nose close. Sniff sniff sniff sniff.
"Hey!" he yelped, retreating. "It bit me!"
"It didn't bite you," I said. "It's just a sharp smell. It's cooked in vinegar."
"That's disgusting!"
Melvine paddled his food with his spoon. "No, THIS is disgusting!"
"Mine's worse," Freezia said.
"No, mine's worse!"
"Try it," I said, leveling a fork at them. "We're not leaving this table until you all eat your dinners. One way or another."
"You're not eating," Pologne said to me.
All the other students turned to stare.
Gulp. I knew that this acid test would come sooner or later. I was prepared for it—I hoped. I took a deep breath. With everyone's eyes on me, I swept my hands over the bowl in my best stage-magician style, and created an illusion of blinding light. Concealed by the glare, I sent one piece of the reeking, writhing Pervish food into a covered container in the kitchen and exchanged it for what the container held, which was cooked squirrel-rat meat dyed purple to look like Pervish food. Before the others' eyes could recover from the light, I stabbed the chunk with my fork and stuffed it into my mouth.
"See," I said, as I chewed. "Nothing to it." I swallowed hastily. "So, how was your day, Bunny?"
"Er, fine, Skeeve. Did you see anything interesting on Sear?"
"Not much," I admitted, 'enchanting' another piece of meat. "You've seen one arid desert landscape, you've seen them all."
Bunny pursed her lips in a little smile. "I only like sandy terrain when it's close to the ocean. Don't you, Tolk?"
She distracted the Terrier from his stalking of the corned beef. He was winning the contest, but just barely. "Grrrrr— Uh, yeah! I like to run in the waves. Good smells! Good smells! Yip!" He bit into a cluster of broccabbage, and it squirted butter all over his face. "It sprayed me! I must spray it back." He clambered up onto the bench, and prepared to raise his leg.
"No!" I burst out, levitating out of my chair and pulling him down. "It's good. Really. Just calm down. Look, you almost spilled the beer. Just sit down." I patted him on the head. The vegetable lay inert where he had dropped it. "See? It didn't mean any harm. Go on."
The canine shot several looks of distrust at the vegetables, but he returned to his seat. "Okay. You're the boss."
The Pervects snickered to themselves and shot meaningful glances at one another. Their expressions changed as they returned their attention to the food. Pologne looked like she might faint. Jinetta wore a skeptical expression. Freezia seemed so hopeless I thought she was going to give up and leave the table.
Bee had taken my instructions literally. After watching in astonishment that turned inevitably into horrified disgust at the attempted escape of his entree, he thwacked each bite of Pervish food firmly with the heavy end of his spoon. Then, with his eyes squeezed firmly shut, he gulped down the mouthful.