The Ultimate Cook's Half-Baked Buffet Line!

The old saying is that lightning doesn't strike twice. If a miracle occurs, one mustn't expect that same miracle to happen again just a few seconds later. Teruteru was squirming in his seat, trying to appreciate that old adage, and failing miserably. "When I think about it... it's a five-star chef's job to make miracles. And if need be, he must make sure that the same miracle occurs, over and over again, for as long as he's employed, right?! What good is a miracle dish that only comes out once in a blue moon?! It's my job to make sure that the miracle occurs again and again!" the boy shouted internally, psyching himself up for the difficult task ahead. "Mama! Your boy's going to make you proud!!" he declared loudly. His mother might be proud of his perseverance, but she wasn't liking to applaud him for his intentions.

"Nyahaha! That's the spirit!" Angie cheered, smiling in the boy's direction and resting her elbows on the display base beneath her. She propped her chin up with two hands and continued to rest idly.

Smirking, the Ultimate Cook ran his comb through his hand and thought up a many-point plan... more like a series of plans than a single cohesive one. Individually... they weren't very good. Together... one might work... maybe?

This was the Ultimate Cook's Half-Baked Buffet Line!

"Uwowowowoh! Aaaangie! I just heard the voice of Atua! He's telling me-!"

"Huh? Atua tells me he hasn't told you anything at all. It's not heretical to make a mistake and think you hear Atua... but it's very heretical to pretend you heard him when there was nothing at all! Which is it, Teruteru?"Angie questioned, raising her eyebrows and smiling, while picking her hammer up off the floor and inspecting it purposefully, as though she'd just thought of something she needed to do.

"..." Teruteru frowned bitterly, sitting back down in his seat and sinking his shoulders in. "No... It's too early to give up! I've got many more dishes in store!" he thought to himself, tightening his red kerchief in something that doubled as getting serious and auto-erotically asphyxiating himself. "Aaah... What I meant to say was... I can almost hear the voice of Atua! I think if we could see his star disciple more clearly, that'd help us all connect with him!"

"Hmmm? But I'm right in the center of the room. What part can't you see clearly?" Angie asked, tilting her head with an innocent smile, as if guilt tripping him.

But the lad had no shame or guilt, so he pressed on. "Your skirt is in the way, clearly. Think of all of the great art of old... <Venus de Milo> for instance. If the skirt was in the way, the human form would be lost!" he explained.

"I get it!" Angie exclaimed, her eyes suddenly lighting up. A look of joy hopped onto the young man's face. "But I don't get it!" His face fell to an irritable frown again. "You're looking at me from the front, right? You can't really even see my skirt from this position. It's not blocking anything from your point of view, is it?"

Teruteru clutched his hands to his kerchief with worry, looking around the classroom for something to help him. Finally, he spied someone, putting a confident smirk back on and extending one hand, pointing two fingers. "I wasn't talking about my issues... I'm talking about poor Gonta over there! I may have a good view from my position, but he's still seeing a blob, isn't he?!" This presentation of facts and finger-pointing was beginning to feel a little like some sort of class trial...

"It not problem at all! Gonta likes Angie's blob!" the jungle-boy spoke up unhelpfully.

"Okay! But! But let's see how your sculpture actually looks! Is this a good blob?!" he asked, dashing around the room until he could inspect Gonta's sculpture more clearly. It... seemed to be a pile of rubble, not a sculpture. "Gonta... Um...?"

Gonta clenched his teeth and lowered his head. "Gonta no good at sculpting... Rock break into tiny pebbles when Gonta hit it! Gonta ashamed... All Gonta supposed to do is sculpt Angie, but-!"

"Seeeee?!" Teruteru exploded, beginning to rave in a Kansai dialect as he let loose the final dish in his Half-Baked Buffet. "All he wants to do is sculpt Angie's butt, like he said, but he can't do it cause of the skiiirt?! Are ya just gonnaleavethatonareyaaaaaaaaa?!" the Ultimate Cook raved.

"Well... Atua did say he wants good sculptures, not piles of little rocks. If it might help Gonta, then okay! Off it goes! Say bye-onara!" Angie cheered. Teruteru didn't know whether to cry with joy that he'd finally gotten what he wanted, or continue to be pissed because Angie had seemingly changed her mind so easily after all his effort. At any rate, the girl undid her belt as the rest of the class murmured, then set it aside. Next, she cupped her hands into the blue pareo skirt she wore, then wiggled it down past her hips and down her slender legs. What was left was the bottom part of her white bikini, frilly and tropical-looking. Her lower body was just as tan as her upper, even below the skirt; that thorough tan spoke to the time she spent out in the sun with Atua's faithful. However... there were still parts of her that may display tan lines, if certain pieces were displaced. Besides that, she also still wore her shell necklace, which rested against her bosom prettily, as well as slippers and a little pearl bracelet... nothing of much substance. "There! Your teacher is in her bikini now! It's not embarrassing, because it's a bikini!" Angie cheered, waving her arms back and forth.

Teruteru joined her, happily waving his arms this way and that above his head as well, giggling with pleasure. Gonta just looked more frustrated, as though he realized he'd just screwed up somehow and was becoming agitated at his failures as both a gentleman and an art student. "Gonta... gotta do something...!" he murmured to himself, his wild brown hair seeming to wriggle with energy like a bed of snakes as he tried to contemplate some way he could help. He looked very menacing and not particularly helpful, despite his intentions...