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xp_logs Marius and Jubilee are Molly's test subjects for Friendsgiving-flavored sodas.
Marius swirled the golden-brown contents of the glass as he contemplated the flavour profile before him. The flourescent lights of the kitchen were doing the beverage's visual no favours, but not all tastings could occur under optimal conditions. His brow furrowed in the deepest of concentration.
"Hmm. Earthy, for certain. Surely that hint of green is thyme, bringing out the brightness of the sage. That touch of sweetness -- nutmeg, perhaps." The man took another sip and took a moment to swish thoughtfully. "It could do with something more. A bit of zest. Have you considered ginger?"
“Don’t know, dude. Could completely ruin the underlying notes of bread crumbs.”
Jubilee had been to professional tastings before, both wine and on one memorable day, a whiskey tasting. She could fake sincerity with the best of them but mostly right now she was going for humor.
Molly sat in a chair, legs crossed, chin leaning on fists as she watched them try her newest creations carefully. She made a face. "Ew, it's stuffing. You don't put ginger in stuffing. Maybe...celery? Apples? Can't do cranberry 'cause that's already in the other soda."
Marius clucked his tongue as he set down the empty cup. "Untrue! Untraditional though it may be, ginger is always an option. Regardless, yes, this is, recognizably, stuffing." He paused to take a swig of sparkling water. "What did you say this was based upon again?"
Molly tilted her head. "...Curiosity?" she offered before squinted. "What do you mean?"
Marius reached for the next sample. "Didn't you mention some brand of soda or other? Ah, cranberry." He smacked his lips. "Lee, you wouldn't happen to have any vodka on hand, would you?"
“In the freezer, I like to make sure I always have alcohol on hand,” Jubilee replied and took a sip of the cranberry. It was definitely what it said on the label. “I feel like I should be eating turkey with this.”
"I believe we have a flavour for that," Marius pointed out. He regarded the remaining assortment of drinks laid before them. Whilst the intended dish was fairly obvious once it actually hit the palate, the liquid itself was inscrutable. Most of them were varying shades of brown. Shrugging, he selected the cup nearest to hand.
"There's this old soda I found on the internet that made all these kinda flavors like 20 years ago. I wanted to see if I could make 'em," Molly explained.
"Like the kids and people who don't drink can try 'em too." She grinned.
"I don't expect them to be good, just kinda...taste like they're supposed to, y'know?"
“I can hear at least a few of them being all ‘but why not food shaped’ already.” Jubilee noted with a grin as she took another sip of one that could only be described as ‘brown’ “This is definitely stuffing flavored.”
"It's not as if the food itself isn't available, is it? Some must simply learn to embrace Adventure." So saying, Marius took his next drink -- and froze.
Several expressions crossed his face. "Horrified" was the first, and it made more than one appearance.
Jubilee’s expression on her part could only be described as fascinated as she quickly stole the cup from Marius’s grip and took a big gulp.
Silence fell as her face went through a journey and ended up on ‘wtf’.
Marius, much to his detriment, was too polite to spray the offending liquid across the table. Instead he took a hard swallow and calmly reclaimed his bottle of sparkling water. It was like watching a man trying to swallow weed killer with maximum decorum.
"That particular flavour was . . . less than ideal," he managed before throwing his head back to take a cleansing drink. A long one.
“I think something crawled into my mouth and like, dirty fucked.” Jubilee noted after a long silence in which she swallowed, took a drink of soda water and made several attempts to describe the sensation in less graphic terms. “And then didn’t shower for a week. What the hell was that?”
"I detect sawdust and notes of animal fat. Which, I fear, seem to be congealing. It is . . . mashed potatoes and gravy?" Marius pulled a face. "Instant mashed potatoes."
His expression changed again, this time to genteel distress.
"Ah. There's the aftertaste."
Molly grinned, not necessarily from malice, more like scientific satisfaction. "Awesome!" she said. "I'll go get the rest. We've got corn cob, green bean casserole, and pumpkin pie left..."
It was going to be the most interesting Friendsgiving ever.
Marius swirled the golden-brown contents of the glass as he contemplated the flavour profile before him. The flourescent lights of the kitchen were doing the beverage's visual no favours, but not all tastings could occur under optimal conditions. His brow furrowed in the deepest of concentration.
"Hmm. Earthy, for certain. Surely that hint of green is thyme, bringing out the brightness of the sage. That touch of sweetness -- nutmeg, perhaps." The man took another sip and took a moment to swish thoughtfully. "It could do with something more. A bit of zest. Have you considered ginger?"
“Don’t know, dude. Could completely ruin the underlying notes of bread crumbs.”
Jubilee had been to professional tastings before, both wine and on one memorable day, a whiskey tasting. She could fake sincerity with the best of them but mostly right now she was going for humor.
Molly sat in a chair, legs crossed, chin leaning on fists as she watched them try her newest creations carefully. She made a face. "Ew, it's stuffing. You don't put ginger in stuffing. Maybe...celery? Apples? Can't do cranberry 'cause that's already in the other soda."
Marius clucked his tongue as he set down the empty cup. "Untrue! Untraditional though it may be, ginger is always an option. Regardless, yes, this is, recognizably, stuffing." He paused to take a swig of sparkling water. "What did you say this was based upon again?"
Molly tilted her head. "...Curiosity?" she offered before squinted. "What do you mean?"
Marius reached for the next sample. "Didn't you mention some brand of soda or other? Ah, cranberry." He smacked his lips. "Lee, you wouldn't happen to have any vodka on hand, would you?"
“In the freezer, I like to make sure I always have alcohol on hand,” Jubilee replied and took a sip of the cranberry. It was definitely what it said on the label. “I feel like I should be eating turkey with this.”
"I believe we have a flavour for that," Marius pointed out. He regarded the remaining assortment of drinks laid before them. Whilst the intended dish was fairly obvious once it actually hit the palate, the liquid itself was inscrutable. Most of them were varying shades of brown. Shrugging, he selected the cup nearest to hand.
"There's this old soda I found on the internet that made all these kinda flavors like 20 years ago. I wanted to see if I could make 'em," Molly explained.
"Like the kids and people who don't drink can try 'em too." She grinned.
"I don't expect them to be good, just kinda...taste like they're supposed to, y'know?"
“I can hear at least a few of them being all ‘but why not food shaped’ already.” Jubilee noted with a grin as she took another sip of one that could only be described as ‘brown’ “This is definitely stuffing flavored.”
"It's not as if the food itself isn't available, is it? Some must simply learn to embrace Adventure." So saying, Marius took his next drink -- and froze.
Several expressions crossed his face. "Horrified" was the first, and it made more than one appearance.
Jubilee’s expression on her part could only be described as fascinated as she quickly stole the cup from Marius’s grip and took a big gulp.
Silence fell as her face went through a journey and ended up on ‘wtf’.
Marius, much to his detriment, was too polite to spray the offending liquid across the table. Instead he took a hard swallow and calmly reclaimed his bottle of sparkling water. It was like watching a man trying to swallow weed killer with maximum decorum.
"That particular flavour was . . . less than ideal," he managed before throwing his head back to take a cleansing drink. A long one.
“I think something crawled into my mouth and like, dirty fucked.” Jubilee noted after a long silence in which she swallowed, took a drink of soda water and made several attempts to describe the sensation in less graphic terms. “And then didn’t shower for a week. What the hell was that?”
"I detect sawdust and notes of animal fat. Which, I fear, seem to be congealing. It is . . . mashed potatoes and gravy?" Marius pulled a face. "Instant mashed potatoes."
His expression changed again, this time to genteel distress.
"Ah. There's the aftertaste."
Molly grinned, not necessarily from malice, more like scientific satisfaction. "Awesome!" she said. "I'll go get the rest. We've got corn cob, green bean casserole, and pumpkin pie left..."
It was going to be the most interesting Friendsgiving ever.
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Date: 2025-11-29 01:52 am (UTC)