Alien food

'Trial and error. Trial and error.'

He kept telling himself to not give up. Typically, due to his god-given talents, it never took long for Aaron to copy something. Except this recipe, apparently. The Presence must have been laughing at him: the Chosen One struggling to cook a meal.

It took Aaron four attempts to perfect Dick's vision. The G'rubbish was a visually striking salad-like dish and featured a rainbow of stardust-infused alien vegetables. It resembled a mix of leafy greens, like kale or spinach, combined with vibrant miniature radishes, julienned carrots, and spiralized zucchini. Topping it all off were delicate Nentharian star petals, which were shimmering orange, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the dish.

How did Aaron manage to replicate this out of world food? Colour dye. Colour dye, colour dye, colour dye. If he hadn't copied the skills from the Michelin chefs at the birthday party, he would have been totally lost. Knowledge wasn't an issue through the use of the internet and small doses of the Speed ****. He could essentially scroll through a book's worth of content in four seconds. By infusing the phone with the Speed ****, he could adjust its time dilation factor.

Dick didn't notice because he was the taste tester. He kept nudging him closer and closer to the authentic taste, until he gave a thumbs-up and said it was great.

"Nice! Right on time too!" Dick turned on his phone and went on his messages. "Kory just arrived too. She's outside. I'll bring her in."

He ran off to just that. Aaron pretended not to notice but he saw Barbara eye him with longing and sorrow. He recalled that Dick and Barbara had been in an intimate and romantic relationship. It probably wasn't easy to see him with Starfire, a buxom alien princess.

"You alright?" Aaron asked, taking a seat. The table was long and seated ten people but he decided to plop next to her. Her wheel-chair was sleek and had a fitted area for her.

"It's nothing," Barbara replied, pursing her lips. "Say, how many girlfriends have you had?"

Oof. What a question. He inhaled and answered her candidly. "Just one."

"Oh?" A brow raised, she urged him to continue. Aaron chuckled and cupped his cheek.

"Cassandra."

Her eyes went wide and her mouth elongated into a grin. "Really? You guys are official now!? Congratulations!" Barbara playfully pushed him on the shoulder. "Look at you two. I guess I was right. Ha! Suck it, Damian!"

He side-glanced at her. "You guys were making bets?"

"Of course we were." Barbara sent him a cheeky smile. "I thought it would happen this month. Damian said in the coming summer. I said it would be this February."

Damn, it was the last day. Talk about a close call. Aaron was curious though…

"How much did you bet?"

"Five grand."

Aaron blinked and nearly let out a whistle. "Sheesh."

Rhythmic clatter of shoes and heels resonated outside the kitchen, followed by loud, animated voices. One pair was light and the other was heavy. Nightwing and Starfire. As he stood up for the inevitable greeting, Aaron wondered what the alien princess' real name was. Then he blinked and swallowed as the redhead entered his vision.

'Wow.'

Aaron wasn't a pervert but he certainly felt like one. He should have known this would have captivated his attention. Starfire's tits. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Each step, they were like unrestrained jugs. They were massive and not at all exaggerated from her superhero costume.

Even in her civilian attire, she was dressed in a revealing yet tasteful ensemble that showcased her otherworldly beauty. Her outfit consisted of a form-fitting, low-cut top, accentuating her massive breasts and drawing attention to her sun-kissed skin. The top was paired with a pair of sleek, figure-hugging jeans that hugged her slender legs and accentuated her graceful movements.

Ass, tits, hips, Starfire had the complete collection. Aaron managed to keep his eyes away from her magnificent cleavage and offered her a shaking hand. "Hey, I'm Aaron–"

Instead of a handshake like expected, she pulled him into a hug. A titty-hug, mind you, his face submerged in her soft, pillowy mounds. Since her low-cut top shamelessly exposed the shape of her tits, he could feel her warm skin. He could feel their shape and size.

Her strong hand pushed him and in a daze he glanced up at her solid green eyes. "Oh, my apologies! I simply cannot wait to taste the dish you've created! I've heard such wonderful things about it."

Aaron–stone face and eyes locked to her dazzling features. He had his dignity. "Thank you, Starfire. I hope it lives up to your expectations."

Starfire's toothy grin was so white he wondered if she was a goddess rather than a princess. "I have no doubt it will. The anticipation is simply delightful!"

Wheels rolled up next to him. Barbara, hands grasped on her lap, said sternly, "Alright, Starfire, let's give Aaron a chance to serve the food before we devour it. We don't want to scare him away."

'Do I sense jealousy?' He wanted to glance at her expression but couldn't help but ogle Starfire. Kory was what Dick introduced her as. Was it an alias or her real name? 'I wonder how she disguises herself as a civilian too. Her orange skin is, well, orange. Plus, her eyes have no pupils. She's definitely not human. Sunglasses and makeup can't be that effective.'

The name didn't matter, regardless. It was her enticing and glamorous appearance that solidified her in his books as one of his favourite heroes. She was tall, busty, and carried a bakery behind her. Voluptuous? Hourglass-figured? Curvy? Shapely? With Starfire, it was all above the above.

Her strappy three-inch heels elongated her legs and shot her up to an attractive and head-tilting six-foot-four. Again, she had everything–tits, ass, hips, and thicc legs. The envy in Barbara's eyes was palpable as she couldn't help but admire Starfire's effortless style and natural elegance.

Starfire did not notice her fellow redhead's resentment. "Of course, Barbara." Her eyes switched to him and he hardened his cool expression as she took his hands into hers. "My apologies, Chef Aaron. I am just very eager to experience the flavours of your culinary masterpiece."

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Starfire," Aaron replied. "I'll make sure to bring it out right away."

"You may call me Kory," she said, shaking his hands up and down like a child. "You are a friend of Dick and Barbara's, so you are a friend of mine."

Aaron blinked. That was fast.

"She's pretty trusting, especially when it comes to her secret identity. It's a cultural difference." Dick elbowed him and grinned. "Anyway! Let's get to the table!"

"Yes!" Starfire exclaimed, releasing him and clapping her hands together giddily. Aaron contained a sigh. Already, he could tell this was going to be chaotic.

The moment he set down the G'rubbish, Starfire gasped and propped at it with her fork. Then, not too long after, he fetched her a bottle of mayonnaise and she squeezed it all over her plate. Blank stares from everyone.

"What is wrong?" Starfire asked, blinking innocently. "It is an Earth delicacy."

"We know, Kory," Dick said, sighing. "We know."

"Oh, do you also have maple syrup?" Starfire asked, rubbing her hands at her adjusted meal. "I wish to test it with the G'rubbish."

Aaron slowly rose from his seat and nodded. "Yeah…? Are you going to…" He gestured at her plate. Starfire nodded vigorously.

He gave her what she wanted and she immediately poured a generous drizzle of the rich, amber liquid onto every dish. Her species' taste buds must have been wildly different from humans because Aaron saw no compatibility in her dinner. Starfire explained that maple syrup reminded her of the sweetness and warmth she experienced during her early days on Earth, and that it brought her a sense of comfort and familiarity.

'After all that work, she just ruins it with mayonnaise and maple syrup.' Aaron sighed in his head. 'Oh well. Let's just dig in.'