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Title: Belly Up To The Griddle, Grizelda! (2/3)
Author: coffeeplease Rating: YTEEN (some curses) Category: post-ep for Third Day Story, Humor, AU Spoiler Info: Third Day Story, No Exit, Gaza, Memorial Day, Leadership Breakfast, Debate Camp, Election Night, The one where Toby talks about Miss Julia Child... okay, everything up to Third Day Story. Disclaimer: WB, NBC, John Wells, Aaron Sorkin.... owners. I just lease and try not to stain the carpet. Lawsuits dont look good on me. E-mail address for feedback: jamhandy1@yahoo.com Archiving permission: Sure, just tell me first Notes: See Part One This needs to be excellent, Toby. I think we should shoot for edible, Josh. They need to be drooling. They need to be fawning. They need to be licking their lips with anticipation. I like the visual of them licking their lips and fawning, although the visual of them drooling is off-putting to say the least, but we have a better chance of getting gay marriage sanctioned by the Catholic church. Well do that tomorrow, Toby, tonight we need to knock their pantyhose off. You arent sexist in the least. Donna says she wont date a guy that cant cook. And the real reason were doing this comes out. No! Thats not... thats not the real reason. It was the stupid bet. But if she... well... I wanna.... you know, make sure that I pass muster. For reasons beyond my understanding, this is important to me. A five year old would understand. You like Donna. You want to date Donna. You want to hold her books between class. Thats not really the item of Donnas I want to hold... ouch! C.J. cant hear us. So youre her wingman, too? Im her something. So no more denial. Youre telling me flat out. Youre doing this to win over Donna. No, Im doing this because of the stupid brownies and pizza. But if I can impress Donna, show her that Im self-sufficient and date-worthy... I would think flying to Germany... Lets not talk about all that. Look, remember Team Toby? Well, now its Team Josh. And Team Josh is all about cooking the most delicious chicken and green onion thingys so that C.J. shuts her yap, so that no one else has a heart attack and so that I can... well... Get some play with your much younger assistant? Its not that Toby. Jeez... Im just... giving you a hard time. Fine. Well try and make culinary history. Apparently its not enough that you and I will be making actual history... Well, so will C.J. and Donna, so I doubt theyre impressed by that. I should remind you that Team Toby failed to convince my pregnant ex-wife to marry me. I think Donna and I have to, you know, date first before we get married, divorced and pregnant. Just hand me the damn hat and recipe. ***************************************************** Where are the two of you now? Huh. In his apartment. No, I mean... whats going on? Youre still the press secretary for the next couple days... plausible deniability... plausible deniability... His eyes bugged out of his head when you said you wouldnt date a man that cant cook. I dont think wed need to date each other, C.J. Dates are for people who dont know anything about each other. I know his credit card numbers, his mothers maiden name and his inseam. But he doesnt know that about you. Besides, you deserve the candlelight dinner with the roses and the violinist. The deputy chief of staff and his assistant? Why not? Am I speaking to the same C.J. Cregg who told me to do anything that doesnt have to do with Josh Lyman? Yes and for your career, I think you should go to symposia and what not. I still think you should be moving onwards and upwards. I just... I.... What? He was... crying, Donna. Not sobbing or anything. But there were tears in his eyes when we were in the bullpen staring at MSNBC, after Andy told Toby that you were in the other car. He went into his office and put his head on the desk and... he was crying. I cried for hours when he was shot. I know. It was... I cant talk about Germany. C.J., thats a bit too private between Josh and I. I understand. Its just... people I love, people Josh loves, hell, people Toby loves, although hell never admit it, are almost dying it seems like everyday. You, Leo... and Josh complains because I want him to eat better. Mortality is so easy to forget sometimes. And some things are more important than the scandal they may create or the pain they may have caused in the past. You know what I mean? Im the one who almost died, C.J. I know whats important, I know Josh is important. We both... there are certain things that were said, you know? I cant go into them, but its not like... it was before. Okay. Sorry. Dont be sorry. As long as you two are figuring it out, thats whats important. Speaking of figuring it out... ***************************************************** Why the hell would they tell us to preheat the oven at step number two? Wouldnt that be step number one? I never knew peppers had so many seeds in them. Youd think that would be the first thing. Before the list of the ingredients. The first thing they should tell you is to turn the damn oven on. Josh, all these seeds... is there a better way of doing this? Why are using a paper towel? I dont want to touch them! Those are seeds from a yellow pepper, Toby. I dont think theyre contagious. You know what? Ill... Ill... Ill rinse them. Ill rinse them and the seeds will caught in the drain and then you will have yellow pepper plants infesting your sink. Growing so large they break through the ceiling. Yeah... I dont think thats going to happen, Toby. Little Shop of Horrors, right here in your kitchen. Well, Ive got bigger problems than the carnivorous pepper plants. I was supposed to turn the oven on. Preheat, it says. Pre, like, before you do anything else. I think they may mean before we put the chicken in. Then why dont they just say heat the oven? Why dont they just say turn the oven on? And is there more the preheating than just heating? Do we have to clean it or something? No, because if we did, it would say clean the oven. Why dont they just say turn the oven on?!? I dont know! Why dont we call up Good Housekeeping and ask them? Better yet, lets get some congressional hearings fired up on this. Why do recipes say preheat instead of heat, Senator? What, Senator, what are you saying? We should just turn the damn oven on?!? Lets ask the Senator about your killer plants that can grow without dirt in my sink! You never know what Mother Nature is going to throw at you. Youre a writer. You should be more bothered by this. Turn the oven on, Josh. Fine. Josh? Yes? Have you ever cleaned your oven? ***************************************************** Well, they turned the oven on. Donna, you do know where the fire extinguisher is, right? They wont set the apartment on fire. Josh almost set the White House on fire, Donna. But he was with Sam. Toby is much more... flame-retardant than Sam. Im not sure what that has to do with anything. Im sure they wont set the apartment on fire. Well, as long as youre sure. I mean, its not like the oven is welded shut or anything. Right. In fact, I doubt the oven has ever been used. Josh does know how to open his own oven, doesnt he? Im sure well soon find out. ***************************************************** I dont think I have a pastry brush. I dont know if Id admit to having one even if I did. And a pastry brush? Were not making pastry, right? No, because cooking is one thing. Baking would be taking this too far. Right. Maybe one day you and I will be men enough to bake, but tonight we should just stick to the basics. This basic chicken is a lot more complicated than it advertises. So... a pastry brush... a brush... maybe a toothbrush? I think you want to glaze the chicken and vegetable with the stuff, Toby. Not scrub it in like youre trying to remove some plaque. Well, we could try the paper towels? Paper towel is the all-purpose cooking utensil for you, isnt it? No... I got it. Ive got it. Be right back. ***************************************************** Josh, where are you going? The recipe called for a brush. C.J. turned to look at him. The chicken were eating tonight doesnt have hair attached, does it? No! Im not getting a hairbrush. Josh... He went into the guest bedroom. C.J. and Donna exchanged looks of both amusement and fear. He returned quickly. No, Josh! Its a brush! Its a used paint brush! Donna twisted in her wheelchair. I was going to clean it! With turpentine? Thatll go real well with the chicken. Donna, I dont have a pastry brush. Top cabinet on the left near the back. Your Mom gave you a set of brushes. Hanukkah, 2002. Chagrined, Josh set the brush down on the end table and proceeded back to the kitchen, muttering my way would have worked, too. C.J. looked at Donna. You know where the mans pastry brushes are. Maybe you dont have to date after all. ***************************************************** Okay... I think they may mock us for that. Us? Me. Okay? Me. But as long as the chicken makes Donna... Josh, you know, you probably could have said it with flowers. Flowers have kind of a bad history with us. The last time I got her flowers... they ended up on the floor of the hospital. You had a fight? No, she had an embolism. She... she never got them. I tossed them somewhere when I was trying to find out what had happened. Oh. Yeah. What about chocolate? That I could have done, no problem. But cooking dinner... It was the bet, Toby. I didnt know before tonight that Donna considers a man who can cook a turn-on! If I had, dont you think I would have enrolled in cooking school by now? With the enormous amount of free time you have, given that your current job isnt at all demanding? I would have watched one of those cooking shows. Hey, you watched Julia Child. How come you dont know how to cook? I watched for the joy that is Miss Julia Child. I did not absorb any of her genius. Too busy thinking about girls? Little bit. ***************************************************** You blew his brain, Donna. I know. Hes all flustered because he thinks you want a man who can cook. I do want a man who will cook, C.J. The can part doesnt mean much. I can teach Josh to cook, no problem. Just as long as hes willing to learn and willing to cook, thats all I ask. Right, you want it to be equal. The ideal situation is where wed come home after work and cook together. Agreed. But its fun to listen to him squirm about it. Definitely. You still holding on to that Chinese menu? Like a life preserver. |