Top of the Class has a Cheesy Meal (RP2 for Tag Title)

[h2f]

“My goodness, Death Trap. What are you eating?”

The tag team duo are eating dinner together over zoom. Mistress with a formal place setting, and Death Trap with a Styrofoam container.

“Cheesy tacos. There is a place near the hotel with Mexican. Good cheese too, very stringy.”

Mistress cuts a small slice of steak before looking up.

“Cheese is something we were to discuss but I doubt he’s stringy.”

“Well of course! You have to rip off the arms and make a butter sauce!” Dr. Chaos, the team's manager and friend, shouts from off screen.

“WHAT? Is Chaos suggesting cannibalism?”

“She is discussing Pokémon she would eat with Sarah. I doubt the Cheese we will be facing is edible. His diet is probably terrible. Frankly, I am unsure if he shall be able to keep up given their recent heartbreak over their fed loss.”

Pieces of taco rain back into the Styrofoam as DT takes a huge bite.

“Well,”

“Do NOT talk with food in your mouth, please.”

DT swallows.

“Well, you have yet to join a new fed since Fireside closed down.”

“Because I am focused on our team. On global events like Oh Violent Night. I have an upcoming match and we have an upcoming match. Why would I be looking for MORE responsibilities? Should I visit a children’s hospital next? Our focus is on our matches we have already agreed to. I also dislike that Reign is keeping us apart.”

“You could join Reign, you know. Then we’d be together visiting this great museum they have near the hotel. It has a great section on Nordic writing.”

Death Trap sneaks another, but smaller, bite of his food.

“Have you checked your flight back recently? The news says they are canceling a large number of flights and there will not be much wiggle room for even a delay.”

DT makes a show of chewing and swallowing before answering.

“I got a little gift from a jolly old elf and don’t think I didn’t notice you change the subject. Our upcoming match is important. How it fits into our tag team reign is important too. But you are still a free agent.”

“That is an illusion that could be corrected if you buy me a silicone ring.”

Mistress shows off her left hand that holds a ring she picked out herself.

“Not that. And considering I didn’t know I would need a ring beforehand, your-“

A blond head pushes her face into frame.

“I’m not worried about Dunne and Dunner. Y’all got this. Be safe. We’ve planned ahead with a back up boat ride but it will suck. Lurve ya!” Chaos makes a kissy face before popping back out of screen and carrying on her conversation with Sarah, her teenage ward. “Pineapple pizza is an abomination and just using Pokémon won’t fix it.”

DT nods.

“That’s fair. Pineapple pizza is an abomination.”

“Now who is changing the subject?”

“Fine then, how is your roshambo game?”

Mistress takes a moment before answering. “My what?”

“Rock, paper, scissors-”

Mistress nods. “Lizard, Spock or the children's version?”

“Could you beat either of the gamer grumps in the OG version?”

Mistress nods, having yet to take a bite, as Death Trap snags a big bite.

“Ah! An interesting psychological evaluation of their tactics. Do we feel they will be consumed by antiquated thinking of masculinity and use the rock or will their primal desires to cut lead them to choose the scissors? Most men are unlikely to pick paper as it seems to be seen as the more passive selection.”

“That would make rock the safe bet. It’s important that we win as the winner picks the type of match and the weapons available.”

Mistress makes a noncommittal noise as DT finishes his taco.

“I was under the impression that the weapons were wrapped and the stipulations were covered in cards. This makes the whole selection process more like a lottery than a true selection.”

Death Trap shrugs. “Yea, but if you shake the box you should be able to tell the difference between a gingerbread house and some Christmas lights. And it is very much in our best interest not to get first blood or knockout. That would favor Dunne.”

A loud yell disrupts their call and DT looks concerned.

“What’d she do?”

Mistress looks offscreen. “It would seem Chaos is having an existential crisis regarding ditto's breeding habits. It is surprisingly worse then when she found out about Ash’s mom having a Mr. Mime. It will be fine.”

Death Trap smiles. “Then I’ll let you deal with that as I dig into this!” He holds a small can of Surstromming.

“Um. Death Trap. Do you know-” Mistress pauses and shrugs. “Open it carefully so that you do not spill it. Be sure to get a good night’s sleep. I shall see you soon enough.”

They smile at each other before Death Trap pops the lid and gags violently. Mistress giggles and signs off. “He will have regrets, no question.”