Post by The Duchess on Nov 13, 2013 20:54:09 GMT -5
A kit Snicket story
rating: R for the duchess of Winnipeg (just joking, rated G)
Chapter 1
"I'm sorry miss, but we ran out of sugar recently", the waiter said.
I was sitting in a cafe with two of my associates a week after my graduation, and had trouble ordering tea.
"Well, can I have some honey?"
"We don't sweeten our tea at all," the waiter said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Tea should be bitter as wormwood and sharp as a two edged knife." The waiter gave me a strange look, like he was talking in code.
I looked at him, rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Forget about the tea," I said. "I'll have a root beer float and a cheesecake."
"And what about you?" The waiter turned to one of my associates.
"I'll have what she has," she said.
We both looked at our third associate. It was a look that he understood immediately.
"I want soup of the day and fortune cookies," he said, looking at me what he said the last words.
"All right. Will be severed in a few minutes."
"So where are you guys going now?" I asked.
"I'm going to guard VFD families in Winnipeg," R said. "That way I could be close to home."
"Are there any VFD families in Winnipeg except yours at all?" I asked.
"Sure. How do you think they found us?"
"What are you doing, D?"
"You know that everyone hates it when you call them by their initials," Dewey said.
"Except me," R said.
"Except you. Well anyway, I'm going to-" Dewey stopped, because someone came to our table. It was the waiter.
"Here you go," he said. "And by the way, you shouldn't be talking about those stuff. Our enemies might be listening."
Sigh.
I looked at the food the waiter brought. It was not the first time I ate at that cafe, and not the first time I ordered their excellent cheesecake. Dewey's soup was purple and smelled bad. Beets, I thought.
"Bleh. Why did you order soup before asking what soup it is?"
"Because I knew I would like it," Dewey said and started eating.
"Open the cookies!" R cried.
Usually the messages that are inside cookies are rubbish, but not in that cafe.
"After we finish eating."
My root beer float was almost as good as the cheesecake, and it seemed that R was enjoying hers too. As Dewey finished his soup, I took a last sip of my root beer and opened a cookie. I looked around to see if anyone was listening, and read the message.
"Your brother is going out of town. Good luck with that fountain."
I popped the cookie into my mouth. "Mmm. It's really good."
"How do they know?" R asked.
I shrugged. "Probably his chaperone told them."
"But who is going to..." Dewey said. We all know what he meant.
"You?"
"I'm sorry, Kit. I'm going to the mountains tomorrow. But I think Sunday can."
"Sunday?" R didn't knew who we were talking about.
Dewey opened the second cookie. Inside it was a newspaper article.
"I think it's for you, R.
She read the article and passed it to me.
"Secret organizations you should know about...hmm...she seemed to believed the letter that Jacques "accidentally" dropped..."
"Skip to the end!" R seemed worried.
"Secret headquarters in Canada. Wow. That's bad! I think you will need some help."
"The only unoccupied person is Sunday. And I thought that maybe she could help Kit with the-" Dewey glanced at the other tables, "sugar bowl."
"Who's Sunday?" R asked while opening the last cookie. The cookie read:
"Sunday is here."
rating: R for the duchess of Winnipeg (just joking, rated G)
Chapter 1
"I'm sorry miss, but we ran out of sugar recently", the waiter said.
I was sitting in a cafe with two of my associates a week after my graduation, and had trouble ordering tea.
"Well, can I have some honey?"
"We don't sweeten our tea at all," the waiter said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Tea should be bitter as wormwood and sharp as a two edged knife." The waiter gave me a strange look, like he was talking in code.
I looked at him, rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Forget about the tea," I said. "I'll have a root beer float and a cheesecake."
"And what about you?" The waiter turned to one of my associates.
"I'll have what she has," she said.
We both looked at our third associate. It was a look that he understood immediately.
"I want soup of the day and fortune cookies," he said, looking at me what he said the last words.
"All right. Will be severed in a few minutes."
"So where are you guys going now?" I asked.
"I'm going to guard VFD families in Winnipeg," R said. "That way I could be close to home."
"Are there any VFD families in Winnipeg except yours at all?" I asked.
"Sure. How do you think they found us?"
"What are you doing, D?"
"You know that everyone hates it when you call them by their initials," Dewey said.
"Except me," R said.
"Except you. Well anyway, I'm going to-" Dewey stopped, because someone came to our table. It was the waiter.
"Here you go," he said. "And by the way, you shouldn't be talking about those stuff. Our enemies might be listening."
Sigh.
I looked at the food the waiter brought. It was not the first time I ate at that cafe, and not the first time I ordered their excellent cheesecake. Dewey's soup was purple and smelled bad. Beets, I thought.
"Bleh. Why did you order soup before asking what soup it is?"
"Because I knew I would like it," Dewey said and started eating.
"Open the cookies!" R cried.
Usually the messages that are inside cookies are rubbish, but not in that cafe.
"After we finish eating."
My root beer float was almost as good as the cheesecake, and it seemed that R was enjoying hers too. As Dewey finished his soup, I took a last sip of my root beer and opened a cookie. I looked around to see if anyone was listening, and read the message.
"Your brother is going out of town. Good luck with that fountain."
I popped the cookie into my mouth. "Mmm. It's really good."
"How do they know?" R asked.
I shrugged. "Probably his chaperone told them."
"But who is going to..." Dewey said. We all know what he meant.
"You?"
"I'm sorry, Kit. I'm going to the mountains tomorrow. But I think Sunday can."
"Sunday?" R didn't knew who we were talking about.
Dewey opened the second cookie. Inside it was a newspaper article.
"I think it's for you, R.
She read the article and passed it to me.
"Secret organizations you should know about...hmm...she seemed to believed the letter that Jacques "accidentally" dropped..."
"Skip to the end!" R seemed worried.
"Secret headquarters in Canada. Wow. That's bad! I think you will need some help."
"The only unoccupied person is Sunday. And I thought that maybe she could help Kit with the-" Dewey glanced at the other tables, "sugar bowl."
"Who's Sunday?" R asked while opening the last cookie. The cookie read:
"Sunday is here."