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It was a well-known rule that, so long as any other option exists, one should never eat the cafeteria food. Too often it was spiked with some sort of weird chemical, potion, mutagen, anything that would cause absurd effects through the school. Also it just wasn't very good. One either had to prepare their own food, or purchase it elsewhere, if they wanted to avoid potential trauma.

Now, there's two distinct problems that come with being raised in a wealthy family: not knowing how to cook, and being accustomed to very fancy food. Hajime wished to learn, but did not want to start with basics. Surely he could do better than sandwiches and rice balls! He'd always been a quick study in all other subjects, cuisine surely would be no different.

The kitchen reeked of cloying sweet sauce, mingled with the scent of charred meat. It's okay that it's burning, right??? That's what it means to be a flambe! He threw some more sauce on it. For flavor. And to cover up the burning smell some more. Everything's fine he knows exactly what to do cooking is a science!

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Ting, ting -- TANG! The sound of the pot clattering to the ground woke both students from their stupor like a dinner gong. Oh God, it's escaped! The meat was surprisingly fast for a lump of dead animal flesh. It left a trail of drippings as it made haste for the kitchen door, squidging through the swinging entryway into the cafeteria.

"Mrgrgr... we have to get that rascally little thing! Did you see the way it wiggled its butt at you? How rude," Edea grabbed Hajime's wrist and ran after the meat, sliding into the cafeteria on the trail of sauce.

"There!" She points. The Meat is in the middle of the room, surrounded by a puddle of sauce. It's stopped, but something else was going on. PLOP! SSCHLOP! Suddenly, two small arms poke out from the sides. The meat wiggles a bit, then FLOOP! GLUP! two little legs and feet pop out. Like a toddler, the meat hoists itself up onto its newly minted legs and wobbles. Then the meat sprints for the door.

"Gross!" Edea shouts, reminded of a beetle.

The meat was, indeed, both rude and gross, and such insults could not be allowed to stand. Sure, it was a newborn and probably knew no better, but it had to learn manners, culinary abomination of science or no!

"It's growing fast! Who knows what it may get up to!"

Thankfully, it was too short to reach the doorknob for a proper escape. It paused at the door, looked back at the approaching pair, and suddenly spat out a slick of oily, grease-separated sauce in their path.

"Look out!"

Hajime tried to yank Edea clear of the slippery obstacle.

GWOOSH. The slick shot out, covering what lay in its way with a pungent, oily liquid. Edea fell backward against Hajime as he yanked her out of its path, just in time to avoid the brunt of the attack. She was splattered with little bits of the oil, though, and they quickly began to eat through her school uniform and caused red splotches to appear on the bare skin of her arms.

HOT HOT HOT!!

"Agh! Hajime, what did you put in that sauce?" Edea tried to scrub the oil off her skin, but it doesn't do any good. While gritting her teeth to bare the pain of the slight burns, she quickly checked her classmate. "You okay? It looks like it won't give up without a fight."

The meat starts to run for the hallway that lead into the school proper. Before getting to the big double doors, it lets loose another, more concentrated spray of oil and jumps through the hole created by melting clear through the metal and wood.

"Ah--let me see, I'm sorry--I've got some aloe in my room, Miss Edea, it'll be fine!"

In the moments he'd paused to look over her burns, though, the meat was growing more and more powerful. "I am at least eighty percent certain by this point that I should never enter a kitchen again."

With how many things went horribly awry regardless of his actions in this school, a twenty percent margin of error seemed reasonable.

"Come on, it jumped up to the gym, we can corner it there!" He took a hold of her hand to urge her towards the stairs.