"Hey Tom since your dad's gonna be away for a while can we smoke up here?" Larry asks as he pulls out his almost empty baggie. "Yeah we can, but no blunts go get the 'Kraken'". The kraken is one of the bongs Tom created in a moment of inspiration designed to look like a giant squid wrapped around an old diving bell with the air supply hose as the mouth piece and the viewing glass as the bowl.
"Sweet! Mike go grab some ice" Larry shouts as he runs back down to the basement Mike heads to the fridge and grabs a cup full of crushed ice and water. The four of them pass the bong around as they watch Mr Brown make culinary wonders with everyday ingredients.
After Mari takes a deep toke she looks over at Larry and asks him about his college plans. "So which culinary school are you applying to Larry?" "All of them honestly I'm just gonna pick the best one that accepts me." Tom looks up after taking a hit. "How do they work? like do you major in grilling and minor in baking or..?"
Larry shakes his head and laughs "Something like that but no I'm going to major in Baking and pastry arts and I might minor in something that deals with cooking with cannabis depending on where I go, it's a good field to get into now that more states are legalizing I might even open up my own Eatery"
Mike finishes coughing before speaking up. "You sure your dad's gonna be ok with that? I mean he is a cop and all.." Larry squints at Mike before taking the bong "Says the preachers son... but it doesn't matter it's the polices job to up hold the law so if I'm in a weed legal state he can't say sh!t.. besides he isn't paying my tuition so it's not like he can stop me."
As the four continue smoking and watching they begin to regret their decision on cooking shows and Mike's stomach starts growling. "Dude I'm starving, you got any munchie snacks?" "No you guys ate all my snack foods last night... I didn't get a single zebra cake out of that box." Tom replied to Mike while staring at Mari.
"Why are you looking at me? just because my parents are from Africa doesn't mean I ate all of them.." "It has nothing to do with that, but the fact that I picked up six wrappers shoved under your chair last night.." Mari blushes before laughing it off "So sue me I blame my genetics" she blatantly ignores Tom's stare and jumps up to go to the fridge.
"let's make Larry cook something, I could go for some Italian food." Mike says while clutching his stomach as it continues growling. "Dude did you eat a bear or something? I could hear that a mile away" Larry says as he gets up to check out Tom's cabinet for ingredients.
"Yo! when did your dad buy a pasta maker?" Larry shouts. Tom turns his head while hitting the bowl and smoke pours out as he replied, "He didn't that's for your birthday next week, happy early birthday.." Larry starts jumping around and laughing. "thanks man I'll use it now then, you guys got everything here for me to make some banging spaghetti".
""No dibs on clean up!!"" Mike and Tom scream as fast as they could leaving Mari shocked before glaring their way. "Screw you guys I wasn't ready.." Tom laughs before replying "Fortune favors the quick Mari" "... it's Fortune favors the bold" "And you will boldly wash dishes". As Mike and Larry laugh at Tom and Mari's bantering Mari just glares at Tom before jumping the back of the couch to use her patented 'Flying head lock'.
Normally Tom would try his best to dodge but it all happened too fast. While he felt Mari's arm tighten around his throat a pleasant sensation bounced against the back of his head. For a moment he was confused before realizing what was happening his face turned blood red and he started waving his arms in surrender only to elicit a tighter hold and Mari leaned in to whisper softly.
"You my b!tch now". Causing Mike and Larry to laugh till they couldn't breathe anymore. After a few seconds Mari released Tom and rolled over to grab the bong and take the last hit. As Tom rubs his throat he got up to stretch and crack his neck.
After Larry ran the pasta dough through his new gift a few times he let them sit for fifteen minutes to dry before layering the noodles on wax paper, and set them in the fridge to help it set faster before getting started on the sauce. "Dude thanks for the present all I need now is an emulsifier and a few other gadgets and my set will be complete."
Since Tom's dad does most of his work at home he picked up gardening and a few other 'hobbies' to kill time so they always have fresh vegetables and home canned goods. Larry used a jar of canned tomatoes that were pre-seasoned with rosemary and basil leaves for the base and added a little marsala wine and bay leaves before throwing some olive oil, salt, pepper, and ground beef into a pan on high heat.
As soon as the beef hit the pan everyone's stomach's started growling when they heard the sizzling and smelled the beef cook. Mike comes over to Larry as he cooks and starts hovering, watching him while he works. "Dude haven't you ever heard that a watched pot never boils? GO AWAY!".
After Larry scolded him like a child Mike slinks back to the living room before griping about his stomach. "If I don't eat Soon I'll die" a few minutes latter Larry drains the grease off from the beef and mixes it into the sauce before pulling the noodles out and setting them into a pot of boiling water he seasoned with a little oregano and olive oil.
"Ten more minutes and you'll be eating so go ahead and set up some plates." Hearing that the food was almost ready Mike grabs three plates and a bowl setting them on the table in the living room. After he sets everything up Mari asks him about the bowl. "I like mine extra saucy.."