There is such a thing as too much Siracha. (Or, why certain X-Men are no longer allowed to cook)

(#00022)

“Not quite fare from my homeland,” said Amara. “Some of the spices are illegal in this country, I have found.”

“No other country on the planet uses hashish as a spice,” said Ororo. “I assisted with the substitutions, but the rest is all Amara’s work.”

Appreciative coos emitted from all over the table. This was, after all, the first time that the exotic princess had done any ‘servile work’ that wasn’t a punishment. 

“Please, when a royal does anything, it is art.”

“Is there a vegetarian option?”

Amara smiled smugly. “There is no meat in any of this. It is, after all, the feast of Chi'quaina.”

The rest of the assembled X-men smiled and nodded. A few even made mental notes to look up the entity mentioned at a later date.

Unfortunately for them, Chi'quaina was a fire goddess.

“omigaaaahhhhh….. mah mouf… iss mewtin…”

“I CAN SMELL COLOURS!”

“…unglaublich… milk… bitte… milk…”

“mah tung ish on fahr…”

Ororo, tears streaming down her face, coughed. “How much… Siracha… did you put in here?”

“Three bottles. Why?”

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