"This is food?"  Ranma groaned, staring at the quivering mass in
front of him.  Some...thing, with the positive appearence of an eyeball,
intently studied his face.  Ranma was more then a little put off put such
a grotesque feat.
	Akane grinned, "Yes!  I made it just for you, Ranma!  Try it!  See
what you think!"  Ranma fixed her with a glare, yet he was feeling too good
to ruin his morning by insulting the...thing...before him.  Slowly, like a
man on his way to death row, his chopsticks penetrated the mass.  He
could have sworn the thing squealed in pain when the hard wood bypassed
the jelly-like epidermis.
	Bringing the small bit back to his mouth, he forced it down,
trying his best not to taste.  Unfortunately it was the aftertaste which
got him.  Gagging, he grabbed the proferred glass of water, drinking it
down, spilling almost as much as he drank in his haste.  It helped only
slightly to relieve the intensely horrible taste, but enough for him to
give a weak 'thumbs up' sign to Akane.  "Surprise,"  he managed to croak,
"You're getting better."  It wasn't nearly as bad as last year.  That
stuff had actually attacked Ranma when he tried eating it.  Akane beamed
at his compliment as she walked back into the kitchen.  Ranma quickly
disposed of the stuff, and ran like the dickens to Ucchans.
	Akane returned to the kitchen to help Kasumi clean up the mess she
had made cooking.  She was still very happy about Ranma's response.  If he
could manage to choke it down, then it obviously meant she was getting
better.  Perhaps someday soon she would be able to make something actually
edible.

(snicker)
	Myrriden out