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[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

Chef Ollie's in the house. [Poses.]

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[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I asked how to make your chili, not to guest star on your make believe cooking show.

[He's going to be quiet now and just examine Ollie's choice of attire. Brow lifting.] Is that apron really necessary?

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

To make my stupendous chili? Absolutely. [Not to mention the weapon's grade hot chili could irritate the bare skin so aprons were kind of necessary. Tosses one at Tim.]

See? I even got you one, aren't I a nice guy?

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

[Tim's not exactly certain if he should comment on that or not, hence his opening, then closing mouth.]

Considering it doesn't have any cheesy phrase on it, yes, you are. Now, where do we start-- where's the recipe?

[Maybe then he could gather when he needed to cross out to make the chili safe for consumption.]

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

[But it was in robin's egg blue. Oliver's sense of humor was kind of...twisted sometimes.] Pfft. Only because I didn't have time to get it personalized. I'm thinking of having 'Pain in the ass' embroidered on the front, how does that sound?

[Chuckling quietly, the blond dug out a recipe box from the cabinet and thumbed through it before drawing out a card that had to be at least 40 years old if the yellowing of the paper was anything to go by.] Now, you be nice to this card, it's the only copy I have.

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he was willing to ignore the color. So long as there were no--] Two can play that game, I warn you now. Then again, I can always get an apron of my own. Touch that, and your ...'kiss the cook' apron's toast.

[Tim's brows furrow at the aging card, smoothing out the edges.] Well maybe you should copy it down? And that tabasco sauce has got to go. As with some other things.

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

Heh. I have more. Keep it up and I'll put something really embarrassing on your apron, Timmy. [It was kind of pointless to threaten a guy who could easily replace material possessions with a phone call.]

Then it wouldn't be Nana's now would it? Besides, it is a secret family recipe and we wouldn't want it to get out now would we? [Oliver's brow beetled a little.] You can't take the Tabasco out. Jeeze, the recipe is perfect as

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

[And it was also kind of pointless to challenge said 'pain in the ass' who nigh limitless patience when it came to annoying Oliver Queen.] I wouldn't actually keep my apron here, so good luck with that.

Well, at least laminate it? [The teen suggests, regardless of how careful he knows he'll be with the original recipe.] Then how exactly do you expect me to eat it if I can't modify to my liking, jerk? I'd rather keep my intestines, thanks.

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

[He grinned briefly and started to pull out the multitude of chili powders needed for the recipe.] It's fine, I'll just keep one here for you. How do you feel about tie-dyed rainbow colors?

I already have it memorized, I only brought it out for you and if you're thinking about scribbling all over Nana Queen's recipe card, I'll take it back. [He held out his hand imperiously.] There's a notepad and a pen by the fridge, if you go omitting ingredients then it's really not my chili anymore is it?

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

Hey, Ollie, how much do you like your hair? I'm wondering how you'd fair with a bald look. [His lips twitch, highly amused at the prospect.]

No one's going to scribble over it. [He grumbles, but proceeds to grab the aforementioned notepad. He's copying it all down in neat writing, and of course, dramatically crosses out suspicious ingredients.]

Well maybe it doesn't have to be Nana's chili this time, you know, so others can eat it?

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

Touch the hair and Bruce or no Bruce, I'll put you in traction, Timmy. [That definitely earned the brat some hair mussing.] Or maybe I'll shave yours off too and you can look like a plucked bird.

[Oliver just watched in silent disgust as Tim went about mangling his family recipe.] Ugh, we're obviously making two batches because I happen to like my chili with actual flavor. Why don't you save yourself the trouble and buy some crappy store bought brand?

happy new year!

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

Tim [He corrects and swats the pestering hand away. That's okay, Ollie, because Tim knew how to through a little nair into your favorite shampoo and conditioner. Here's a to a balding New Year!]

Fine, then we make two different batches. And I'll admit store brand, more than likely, isn't as good as your Nana's. [Still, he kinda actually liked not having a hole burned clean through his belly.]

Happy New Year!

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

[The blond might not have the advantage of having Batman for a mentor but he did have height and reach on the younger man.] Alright, Timmy.

[Totally ignoring your correction there, Tim.]

That's because those store bought brands have no heart, no soul. [Oliver scoffed, obviously having a low opinion of store bought chili and perhaps Tim's insistence in changing his time-honored family recipe.] Well, you stay over there and mangle the chili while I work over here.

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

[...Cherish these last few moments with your spiky, golden locks, Queen. Cherish them!]

This isn't going to work. [The kid says as he shoves his copy of the recipe into his pocket and sliding the original into its safe place.] We'll make one pot. Satisfied? And if I die, I'll pull a lazarus and maim you.

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I asked how to make your chili, not to guest star on your make believe cooking show.

[He's going to be quiet now and just examine Ollie's choice of attire. Brow lifting.] Is that apron really necessary?

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

To make my stupendous chili? Absolutely. [Not to mention the weapon's grade hot chili could irritate the bare skin so aprons were kind of necessary. Tosses one at Tim.]

See? I even got you one, aren't I a nice guy?

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

[Tim's not exactly certain if he should comment on that or not, hence his opening, then closing mouth.]

Considering it doesn't have any cheesy phrase on it, yes, you are. Now, where do we start-- where's the recipe?

[Maybe then he could gather when he needed to cross out to make the chili safe for consumption.]

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

[But it was in robin's egg blue. Oliver's sense of humor was kind of...twisted sometimes.] Pfft. Only because I didn't have time to get it personalized. I'm thinking of having 'Pain in the ass' embroidered on the front, how does that sound?

[Chuckling quietly, the blond dug out a recipe box from the cabinet and thumbed through it before drawing out a card that had to be at least 40 years old if the yellowing of the paper was anything to go by.] Now, you be nice to this card, it's the only copy I have.

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he was willing to ignore the color. So long as there were no--] Two can play that game, I warn you now. Then again, I can always get an apron of my own. Touch that, and your ...'kiss the cook' apron's toast.

[Tim's brows furrow at the aging card, smoothing out the edges.] Well maybe you should copy it down? And that tabasco sauce has got to go. As with some other things.

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

Heh. I have more. Keep it up and I'll put something really embarrassing on your apron, Timmy. [It was kind of pointless to threaten a guy who could easily replace material possessions with a phone call.]

Then it wouldn't be Nana's now would it? Besides, it is a secret family recipe and we wouldn't want it to get out now would we? [Oliver's brow beetled a little.] You can't take the Tabasco out. Jeeze, the recipe is perfect as

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

[And it was also kind of pointless to challenge said 'pain in the ass' who nigh limitless patience when it came to annoying Oliver Queen.] I wouldn't actually keep my apron here, so good luck with that.

Well, at least laminate it? [The teen suggests, regardless of how careful he knows he'll be with the original recipe.] Then how exactly do you expect me to eat it if I can't modify to my liking, jerk? I'd rather keep my intestines, thanks.

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

[He grinned briefly and started to pull out the multitude of chili powders needed for the recipe.] It's fine, I'll just keep one here for you. How do you feel about tie-dyed rainbow colors?

I already have it memorized, I only brought it out for you and if you're thinking about scribbling all over Nana Queen's recipe card, I'll take it back. [He held out his hand imperiously.] There's a notepad and a pen by the fridge, if you go omitting ingredients then it's really not my chili anymore is it?

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

Hey, Ollie, how much do you like your hair? I'm wondering how you'd fair with a bald look. [His lips twitch, highly amused at the prospect.]

No one's going to scribble over it. [He grumbles, but proceeds to grab the aforementioned notepad. He's copying it all down in neat writing, and of course, dramatically crosses out suspicious ingredients.]

Well maybe it doesn't have to be Nana's chili this time, you know, so others can eat it?

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

Touch the hair and Bruce or no Bruce, I'll put you in traction, Timmy. [That definitely earned the brat some hair mussing.] Or maybe I'll shave yours off too and you can look like a plucked bird.

[Oliver just watched in silent disgust as Tim went about mangling his family recipe.] Ugh, we're obviously making two batches because I happen to like my chili with actual flavor. Why don't you save yourself the trouble and buy some crappy store bought brand?

happy new year!

[angryredbird.livejournal.com]

Tim [He corrects and swats the pestering hand away. That's okay, Ollie, because Tim knew how to through a little nair into your favorite shampoo and conditioner. Here's a to a balding New Year!]

Fine, then we make two different batches. And I'll admit store brand, more than likely, isn't as good as your Nana's. [Still, he kinda actually liked not having a hole burned clean through his belly.]

Happy New Year!

[heroicarcher.livejournal.com]

[The blond might not have the advantage of having Batman for a mentor but he did have height and reach on the younger man.] Alright, Timmy.

[Totally ignoring your correction there, Tim.]

That's because those store bought brands have no heart, no soul. [Oliver scoffed, obviously having a low opinion of store bought chili and perhaps Tim's insistence in changing his time-honored family recipe.] Well, you stay over there and mangle the chili while I work over here.