Drabble: Competition
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iliaTitle: Competition
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Challenge: #73: favorite things
Word Count: 200
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Buffy and Rose shared sympathetic glances. (A girl thing that transcended time and space.)
Xander looked at the fries with grudging respect.
“Not bad. Salty with lots of grease, point to you.”
Xander put his own offering out in retaliation.
“Crisps!” his opponent yelped, clearly insulted. “I put out lovely, thick and mouthwatering chips with your choice of vinegar, curry or that ketchup you Americans seem to favour and all you can offer are crisps!? I win. My jelly babies beat your jelly beans, my jam beat your jelly, I am the undisputed possessor of all the best human foods.”
Xander frowned. “No way, Doc! We’re still tied and nothing you've got can beat my secret weapon.”
Xander reached reverently into his pocket, carefully withdrawing…
Rose gaped. “A Twinkie!”
“Don’t diss the twinkie!” Buffy and Xander shouted.
“The twinkie,” Xander began with awe. “The snack food of the gods. Pillowy, golden pastry lovingly packed with creamy filling. Nothing can surpass it’s greatness.”
The Doctor snorted derisively.
“I still win,” The Doctor declared. “I admit, your pastry is somewhat impressive but nothing, and I mean nothing, can exceed the sheer magnificence of my--”
“Banana?” Xander and Buffy questioned with bewildered confusion.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Challenge: #73: favorite things
Word Count: 200
---------
Buffy and Rose shared sympathetic glances. (A girl thing that transcended time and space.)
Xander looked at the fries with grudging respect.
“Not bad. Salty with lots of grease, point to you.”
Xander put his own offering out in retaliation.
“Crisps!” his opponent yelped, clearly insulted. “I put out lovely, thick and mouthwatering chips with your choice of vinegar, curry or that ketchup you Americans seem to favour and all you can offer are crisps!? I win. My jelly babies beat your jelly beans, my jam beat your jelly, I am the undisputed possessor of all the best human foods.”
Xander frowned. “No way, Doc! We’re still tied and nothing you've got can beat my secret weapon.”
Xander reached reverently into his pocket, carefully withdrawing…
Rose gaped. “A Twinkie!”
“Don’t diss the twinkie!” Buffy and Xander shouted.
“The twinkie,” Xander began with awe. “The snack food of the gods. Pillowy, golden pastry lovingly packed with creamy filling. Nothing can surpass it’s greatness.”
The Doctor snorted derisively.
“I still win,” The Doctor declared. “I admit, your pastry is somewhat impressive but nothing, and I mean nothing, can exceed the sheer magnificence of my--”
“Banana?” Xander and Buffy questioned with bewildered confusion.
