Red VS Food (closed @siebold)
It was rare for Siebold to be seated in his office for very long - home economics (much to his relief) did not require copious hours devoted to grading homework and papers on the subject. Critiques were done during the class and that was usually the end of it.
However, he was at his desk rifling through recipes, meticulously planning out the following classes and lessons. He pursed his lips pensively, but his train of thought was soon derailed by the violent beating his door was taking. How rude. He scowled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Looks like lesson planning was a matter that would have to wait (as long as it wasn’t for some delinquent student or a pushy professor wanting a refill of coffee).
"Come in," he said after letting out an agitated sigh.
So he was indeed in today; Perfect. Everything was going according to plan, just as he needed to if all of this were going to pan out how Red wanted, and he happened to be an expert in assuring that such (arguably delusional) goals were usually accomplished.
With a sharp inhale, the youth let himself in, stride quick and deliberate as he crossed the room to halt briskly in front of the professor's desk. "I've got a proposition for you, if you'd listen, Sir." Not that he's actually waiting for an answer, shifting to set out the binder tucked under his arm with an attempt at dramatic flourish. Eye catching presentation is everything, after all.
"You're an expert chef, and I'm an expert at eating anything that tastes good. And in massive quantities. So this..." With another slightly overdramatized movement, he had the binder open, flipping through a few pages of recipes and photo references that added up to some kind of horrific food nightmare that no man should be asking to put their body through. Unfortunately, Red was quite determined in this goal, and if that guy on tv could do it why couldn't he?
"This is what I need your help with."
