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"Elsa!" A voice called out in a sing-song tune.
The chef flipped the wok's contents easily and added another splosh of water. "Yes, Anna?" She played along, singing as well, smiling sweetly upon hearing who it was that called her name. Though she had done this for years and perfected the art of cooking without looking at the food, she tried not to turn the waitress' way, afraid her eyes may turn black and red in the eye of temptation.
"Table 21 asks for desserts."
"Coming right up! Kris! 21, mud pie!" She yelled out to the back of the kitchen where the new cook was peeling potatoes who replied a simple 'kay!'.
"Speaking of desserts..." Anna called from the tiny hole where Elsa could only see her eyes if she turned to look.
"Hmm?" Her grin stretched wider with hope. Her teeth glistened in the dark, smoke-filled kitchen.
"You wanna get some after work today, Els?"
"Sure, why not?" She said easily. She hadn't eaten in three weeks and was starting to get hungry, after all. "I'm starving."
The redhead gaped audibly. "Didn't you just eat!?"
Which she spent the last hour puking out. Humans, Elsa shook her head at the thought. Sometimes she wondered why she picked this job, and smiled at the thought. Right, because of this girl. "Yeah, but I'm hungry again." The things she did for food.
"Where do you want to go?" The redhead asked after running around waiting tables for a couple of minutes.
"Anywhere, as long as it's with you." She said. It didn't matter where she ate, really. 'She' being Anna, because as long as the redhead was full, she would be a delightful meal. The thought of tearing the redhead's limbs apart made her stomach flop, and she smiled giddily. She would kiss every inch of flesh before chewing it out.
Anna didn't respond for a while and Elsa continued cooking on. When she finally returned, "It-it's always been about me, wha-what a-about you, Elsa?"
It doesn't matter, Anna, can't you see I'm trying to feed you fat?
Oh wait, she was trying to be considerate and get to know you. Elsa grinned again, all the better. A meal with mutual love was always the most delicious, after all. And then she shivered remembering the last time such a meal occurred. Elsa contemplated on the worth of such a meal. Indeed, it would be the best meal ever, but the last time this happened, she couldn't bring herself to eat for two months despite her burning empty stomach.
"It's okay, Anna. I'm a chef, I cook all the time, I can eat anything, anytime." She winged it, deciding if her hunger was bad enough, she'd eat the redhead that very night. If not… She would think about that later.
"Oh... Well can I eat your cooking then?"
"But you eat them every lunch and dinner."
"Something off the menu?"
The blonde raised an eyebrow and finally turned to the tiny hole where plates were passed on to the waiters and waitresses. "You want to come over?"
"Yeah!"
Elsa wasn't sure if the gods were toying with her, genuinely rewarding her, telling her to overcome her fears, or what. Either way, she couldn't resist this opportunity. Shivering with a mixture of fear and excitement, images of the redhead in her house filled her mind. How was she going to eat her? Maybe as they snuggled on her couch watching Hannibal, she should nibble and munch onto her shoulder first? Hug her tightly so she couldn’t escape? Or perhaps should she eat her bottom up in bed? Cuff her limbs to the corner of the bed, watch her moan and scream her name in various ways for all reasons? Maybe she should cook her to provide this redhead the justice she deserved? She had never cooked human flesh before, perhaps she could try this? Sitting by her couch watching Hannibal as she sipped on her cup of coffee as she suckled on the eyeball, that would be nice.
When Anna finally returned again for her response, turquoise eyes quickly fixated on the blonde, "Elsa?"
Elsa tilted her head down an inch, her eyes narrowed onto Anna's, as if trying to convey only the excitement in her to the waitress, she licked her lips and gave a lopsided smirk, "You're welcome to come over, Anna."