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Leo wanted pasta right now.
It was 5:30 am on a random Thursday and all Leo could think about was making a pot of pasta for him to eat. He shouldn’t even be awake right now, but it what it is.
Pasta sounded really good right about now, but not just any pasta, Leo wanted pesto. Just thinking about it made his mouth water.
Ever since Leo and his brothers went to the surface, he’s been trying more and more foods since all he had before were scraps or algae. Now that he was a free turtle, he could eat whatever he wanted (within reason).
Pizza has always been one of his favorite foods, and it always will be, but there are just so many other things that has caught Leo’s attention, such as pasta.
It’s just, pasta is so versatile and there is almost no way someone can screw up pasta. There are so many things a person could put into pasta and have it taste amazing, such as pesto or lemon…
Dang, now Leo wants lemon-pesto pasta now. He really hopes there’s some lemon in the kitchen.
After thinking about how delicious pasta was, Leo had all the motivation he needed to get out of bed and make his way towards the kitchen. Sure it was a little late (or early) to be making pasta, but who was going to stop him? Definitely not himself, that’s for sure.
Leo began making pasta once he got to the kitchen. He got a pot of water and put it on the stove to boil, then grabbed the ingredients he needed in order to make his dream pasta such as pesto, lemon (hey, there was some left), and some parmesan that he saw in the fridge and decided he wanted it in his pasta. Everyone knows you gotta have parmesan with pasta.
Once the water was boiling (not simmering, there’s a difference), Leo put a good portion of the dried noodles in. It was most likely more than the average person would eat, but he wasn’t the average person, so really it didn’t apply to him.
Now, it was the waiting game: the only bad part about making pasta.
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…yeah, this was boring.
Whatever, Leo guessed it was better than dying.
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Oh hey, the pasta’s done boiling.
Carefully, Leo grabbed the pot and strained out all the water before putting it back on the stove but on a lower heat. Then he started adding his choice of ingredients to the pasta: a few spoonfuls of pesto, a lemon’s worth of juice and a bit of zest, and some salt, pepper, and butter that he just remembered to put in.
The smell immediately made Leo want to grab the whole thing and shove it down his throat, but he went against the idea and mixed everything together and after a minute of stirring, his pasta was ready.
Leo didn’t grab a bowl, just set the pot down onto a coaster and sprinkled some parmesan onto his masterpiece before taking the first bite.
And, oh, was it everything he wanted and more.
The lemon, parmesan, and pesto were all at the perfect ratio, balancing each other out with their different flavor profiles. Leo was not a food connoisseur, but this was some damn good pasta if he said so himself.
Leo continued to eat his pasta while thinking about what he’d have to say to his brothers once they saw him eating a whole pot of pasta alone in the dark. It was close to the time where they’d be waking up and he wasn’t a fast eater, so he knew they’d see him.
Maybe Leo could get away with saying that he woke up from hunger pangs, but highly doubted they’d believe him from how crappy his sleep schedule’s been recently. Honestly, it probably didn’t matter all too much that he was eating pasta at 6 am, sure a bit weird, but definitely not something to be concerned about.
So Leo decided to pay it no mind and ate in peace, not even when Raph walked in not even five minutes later and asked him why in the world he was sitting in the dark with a pot of pasta or when Mikey whined about how Leo wouldn’t have enough space for the awesome breakfast he was going to cook or when Donnie scolded him for not going to bed.
The pasta was good and everything was good. That’s all that mattered.