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Felix was cooking some dinner for him and Sheba while talking “I just think that you should stop trying! He’s a mook Feels!” Sheba complained. Felix sighed as he cooked the turkey in with the vegetables on the skillet. “He hasn’t even spoken to you in months. Neither have you. How are you supposed to know what he’s like?” He asked shoving the skillet around. “From what you’ve told me he-“ She got cut off by knocking on the front door. She groaned and stood up, walking over. “Just saying if he were to show up. I would tell him he’s a prick.” She opened the door and saw Mickey and Oswald standing outside, Mickey waved happily. She looked at Oswald directly “You’re a prick.” And slammed the door on their faces. “SHEBA! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR.” He yelled at her and pointed to her with the wooden spoon. She groaned and opened the door for them, allowing them to walk in.
Oswald spoke to Sheba “Wow so you guys were talking about me behind my back? For shame Feels.” He crossed his arms looking at the cat in the open kitchen, his jacket on the coat rack beside him. Felix laughed “I was defending your ass from being beaten by her, thank you very much.” He teased. Oswald, a little stunned at the curse but remembered there were no kids around.
Felix grabbed out some white wine, put some salt and pepper on the ingredients, and then poured it into the skillet with the rest of the food, adding in rosemary and crushed tomatoes as well.
Oswald leaned over the counter trying to get a look at what he’s cooking “Can I have a taste?” He asked with wide excited eyes. Felix snorts. “You both can have a plate if you want? I made extra anyways.” He commented looking to the men in his peripheral. Oswald nodded fast, and Mickey nodded kindly as well “Well If you don’t mind sharing,” Mickey ever the gentleman said. Felix shook his head, “It’s alright. I’ve always wanted someone else to try my cooking besides Sheba anyways. She has no palette” He smiled cheekily to Oswald who snorted.
Sheba complained again “Those are my extras Felix! How dare you!” He sighs and shakes his head fondly. “They aren’t yours. I make them for. Extra. You just happen to eat them every time I do.” He says putting the noodles in the ragu. “You both aren’t allergic to anything right?” He asked, Oswald pointed to Mickey, “Peanuts.” He spoke. Felix nodded “Then you’ll both be fine to eat this.” He said, putting on some garnishes and parmesan cheese and placing the food on plates.
Oswald and Mickey sat at the table with Sheba, talking, well… More like mocking. Mickey was just in the middle of it. “Are you sure those ears aren’t fake? It was fit your personality.” Sheba commented to which Oswald laughed at “Funny coming from someone who wears what you wear! Have you ever looked at a mirror? No, no. Sorry. You probably have and it’s cracked at the sight of you.” Oswald taunted her.
Mickey sweatdropped at the interaction. Felix placed the plates on the counter and walked over to the table, clapping his hands together loudly, hurting both Oswald and Sheba’s ears, making them back off and hold their violated ears. “Are we done here?” Sheba and Oswald both looked at him with stubborn eyes, but when Felix stared at them with stern eyes they nodded with reluctance. Felix smiled at them kindly and nodded “Great.”
He walked back and grabbed the plates, holding two in his hands and two on his arms, his tail was holding the other one. “That’s impressive Felix!” Mickey clapped as Felix slid the plates on the table. Felix chuckled bashfully “It’s nothing. Working as a waiter for a couple of years will do it to ya. I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything from working there.” He placed his hands on his hips, “Wine?” He asked walking towards a cabinet. “Felix do not!” Sheba yelled and Felix laughed as he opened the cabinet to let the other men see inside. There were many bottles of wine inside. Ranging from Riesling to Chianti. Mickey and Oswald looked astonished at the cabinet. Oswald looked more impressed than anything.
“What the cuss.” Oswald laughed out loudly at the spectacle. “Why the hell do you have so much wine!!” He asked incredulously, standing slightly out of his seat. “Mind your business!!!” Sheba yelled, flushing at the secret being revealed. “So what’ll it be? Rotari Brut Rosé? Pinot Noir? If not wine then I believe we have some 1792 Bourbon.” He tapped his lip lightly, his mouth pulling into a smile at the reactions.
Oswald’s mouth was agape in a smile “Do you have any Chardonnay?” He asked with a raised brow. Felix snapped a finger gun at him “Perfect.” He smiled, grabbing out a bottle of the stuff. It looked brand new.
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Felix poured the wine into the glasses he had placed on a tray. “You know I did this because I find it funny making Sheba mad with this stuff. But I don’t think I mind showing off a little bit.” He lifted the tray with his right arm and walked over to them, passing out the glasses to each.
“You all can start eating without me. I’m going to clean up a bit before joining you.” He said walking behind the open counter grabbing the bottle and putting it away where it was before. And placing the dishes in the sink and washing them out with a scrub, drying them off with a rag once done
They all took a bite of the food. Oswald melted down into his seat. “Felix!! Why haven’t you cooked for us more!” Oswald asked with a giant smile. The cat shrugged and brought the pot closer to his face as if to hide it from them. “It never came up, and Granny was always cooking at the house so I just… never got the chance to?” He said as a question. Mickey smiled at him “You could become a professional with this! You don’t give yourself enough credit Felix.” The mouse smiled kindly to him. Oswald also agreed “Come cook for us, we’ll pay you and everything. I could eat this my entire life.” He commented. Making the cat flush, but sigh in response “Thank you both… Really. But as much as I’m a workaholic. I don’t think I could handle that much work. And if you paid me then I wouldn’t know what to do with all that extra money. I have enough to support me as is. Thank you for…” He took a shaky breath, hiding his red face with the pot “The compliments though…” He spoke softly.
"I wouldn’t mind cooking for you two again though. Come over for dinner again if you wish. Sheba will mind it but I won't. And I don’t care what she thinks.” He said smiling at the two. Finishing the dishes and joining them at the table. Oswald snorted at the comment.
They ate the delicious dinner, toasting their glasses of wine and drinking. There were laughs all around, playful threats being thrown around. It was the liveliest the house had ever been.