Gotta do the cooking by the book.

Francis was always very talented when it came to cooking. He was so good, not to brag, that he managed to snag a position working in the kitchen on weekends for the students who didn't have the money to go out and eat. He quiet enjoyed the job, especially the perks that went with it. Like being able to go into the kitchen later in the evening to cook to his heart's content, and allowing his friends to join him if they clean up after late night snacking. And that's where he found himself now, standing over the stove and stirring a pot of beef stew. He figured he'd surprise Arthur with a bowl, and maybe Antonio and Gilbert, if they were lucky. And, really, he just wanted to cook. It was always his way of escaping reality, letting his thoughts swirl around his head in a safe, quiet environment. The Frenchman absolutely loved it.

Gilbet was wandering in the Academy, unable to sleep. He had tried to go see his friends but no one answered. The damn lucky ones could probably enjoy a good night of sleeping while he had to stay awake due to insomnia!
Entering the cafeteria, the Albino decided he would probably go steal cookies and milk like the badass he was when the smell of something too sweet to describe penetrated his nosestrills.
The Prussian knew what that meant. 1. A new cook had arrived, which meant better food everyday or 2. Francis was cooking again. He went for the option number two, since it would be impossible for this crappy school to have good food to eat. Intoxicating students is way funnier anyway.

Piercing from the kitchen, the smell became stronger and stronger. Gilbert crept to the place where his best french friend stood and watched him hum as he cooked one of his delicious meals.


"What are you cooking this time~?!" he suddently said, remembering he liked to talk and get noticed.