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Who: Axel and anyone who wishes to join.
What: Axel tries chocolate for the first time... among other sweets.
When: After
Where: The kitchen.
Rating: PG-13 for a possible, explosive sugar-rush? 8D

Axel had decided to walk his way to the kitchen instead of warping. Already he'd gotten lost at least a dozen times trying to master this odd power of his, and finally realized it wasn't worth the annoyance.

He felt very intrigued to try this chocolate everyone now raved at him about. Was it that good? True, his expertise with food was pathetically limited - at least to his knowledge - and he half-wished he'd kept his ignorance to himself. At least then he wouldn't be making a midnight trip to the kitchen when he felt watching Kanda should've been first on his priority list.

"Just a taste," he told himself with boredom, hands twisted behind his head while he strolled into the large kitchen. Chances were he'd end up hating it, and then he could forget this whole mess.

(ooc: Apologies for posting without.. well, a post. o.o LJ ate my comment....)

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Or he would end up loving it, and develop a life-long obsession.

WilyKat had taken to hanging around the kitchen, mostly because he had found he was fond of how close to the ground the ground floor actually was. He also appreciated the proximity of basically everything he'd ever dreamed of, and quite a few things he'd never even had a passing thought as to existing. Like this... tentacled thing on a stick. He didn't know what it was, but it was fried, and pretty tasty.

Of course, that had been three hours ago, and now WilyKat was exploring a section of the pantry he'd come to label as, "Where ridiculously sweet things have a home." He was deep in the recesses of the pantry whenever people were entering the kitchen; by and large, he didn't notice when one person was present or not. Especially not as he eyed something in a fairly tame wrapper. "Belgium... Chocolate?" Well, that sounded interesting.

The conversation about chocolate had left Clark craving the sweet substance, and so he had decided to make a trek to the kitchens, hoping to find some Hohos, or some Twinkies, or even some cake.

He really hadn't had any sweets since the cake with Peter Parker, and the entire spiel about Chocolate was far too tempting, so after a quick relaxing flight, he had spun out of his costume, and down to the kitchens it was.

He had taken the stairs, and as he walked in, he was just tightening his tie and slipping the glasses back to his face as he headed for the sweets.

Well the word 'Belgium' didn't ring a bell, but the pronunciation of the second word caught Axel's attention. He'd never seen the... well, animal teen in front of him, and eyed the boy curiously before approaching. "Do you mean chocolate as in... sweet chocolate?" He didn't know how else to describe it; his knowledge of such things was far too limited.

Still, he peeked over WilyKat's shoulder, his interest perked. Maybe that stuff in the other's hand was the chocolate. "Is there anymore?" he asked, already turning his gaze to the huge pantry and looking about.

His ears picked up the sound of another person approaching, causing his attention to focus briefly on the man who'd just entered. The face didn't ring a bell... Axel ended up just nodding slightly in greeting before continuing his search.

In the search for an assistant, Neuro had decided to stake out the kitchen. After all, humans had to eat at some point.

He hopped in through a convenient window, straighting his jacket as he looked at the people in the room. He smiled and waved as he promptly sized everyone up.

He would select from these ones then.

WilyKat almost jumped out of his skin when Axel spoke up behind him, and swallowed and flashed him a grin instead. "There's a whole box, and some with almonds! Whatever those are." He pulled the box out, offering it to the man behind him. "I was thinking of giving it a go - you, too?"

Clark gave WilyKat a smile, and peeked his head over to him, before realizing that WilyKat probably knew Superman better than he knew him. Well drat, what a pain that always was. "Almonds are nuts," he mentioned, heading for the fridge.

Normally he could find a cake of some sort. Chocolate cake. Or maybe pie. It couldn't possibly be better than his mom's, but it had to be better than anything Lois could make. As much as he loved his wife, her cooking left something to be desired.

Spike was starving. He wasn't used to such ample amounts of food being available to him, and thus his body was beginning to demand more. Which, frankly, was pretty annoying since he thought he'd be dead by now.

By now Spike was able to find his way from his room to the kitchen... which appeared to be haunted with ghosts, but hey. Food was food.

However, the residents of the castle were something entirely different.

Pushing open the door and thinking of a nice bowl of fried rice, Spike stopped. People were in the room: a guy with really weird red hair, a cat-person, and two other people. They were talking about nuts, apparently.

"..." Spike opened his mouth as if to say something, but then seemed to think better of it. Leaving was a good option. So he did. Food could wait. Hunger's the best spice, they say.

This place was full of nuts.

"Yeah, I accidentally got a few people riled over the journals," Axel supplied, already grabbing one of the bars. The subtle, sweet smell rose to his nostrils; at least it didn't taste bad. "I guess not trying chocolate is a very bad thing."

The man who'd just... jumped through a window, caused Axel to raise an eyebrow. Okay then... With a shrug, he waved back in greeting and started to unwrap his treat.

"Nuts?" Axel echoed Clark, halting in unwrapping for a moment to eye the food suspiciously. He'd tasted nuts before and couldn't say he really thought much of them. But this was a serious mission; he couldn't let a thing like nuts deter him.

He pulled the paper coating off and stared at the dark bar now presented to him. "... Huh."

Neuro watched boredly. What was the big deal? It was just chocolate! Ground cocoa beans and the like with almonds. He sighed, then smacked Axel's hand towards his face with a smile.

"Just eat the damn thing. It won't kill you. Unless you're allergic, of course." More smiles and a small shove on Axel's hand.

"Come on now... Chew"

The young (but not that young) Thunderian smiled back at the man who'd talked to him; he wasn't sure if he was supposed to know who he was. Though he did look familiar... "Nuts?" Watching Axel contemplate the bar he'd unearthed, WilyKat found himself wrinkling his nose and unwrapping one for himself.

"Hey, do I know you?" He pointed at Clark, the question honest and unassuming. He then bit into the chocolate bar, and spent a good five minutes in unvoiced contemplation. At the end, his eyes were simply wide, and he was smiling.

WilyKat liked Belgium chocolate very much. Proven as he devoured the rest of the first bar, and tried to "non-nonchalantly" saunter off with the rest of the box.

Mind you, a full five minutes after he bit into the first one.

Clark had been rummaging in the Kitchen when the boy had questioned his mention of nuts, and the accusation of acknowledgment was given as he was pulling a rather large chocolate cake out of the fridge.

He almost dropped the cake at the mention. He fumbled and managed to catch it, but he was certain that his hand must have shot out far too fast to make anyone actually aware of what he was doing, or how he could have possibly still caught the cake.

"Erm," he mumbled, looking quite uncomfortable. "N-No! I don't think so!" he exclaimed, looking around for a way out.

Just act calm. He could do that! How many times had he managed to keep Lois oblivious before she found out.

That's it, just calmly set the cake down, and go find a plate. "S-sorry, I don't think we've really met," he explained, smiling softly.

Axel inwardly twitched a bit; he couldn't say he approved of being touched by a complete stranger. Surprisingly enough, the redhead obeyed and took a bite, noting the sudden mixture of alarmingly sweet with a touch of bitter cocoa to balance it all out.

He chewed thoughtfully, no facial reactions giving anything away.

... However, a hand shot out and latched onto the box of chocolates Wilykat tried sneaking off with. "Where are you going?" he asked, momentarily butting into the conversation before he reached inside and grabbed at least half the contents. "See? Now it's fair." Looking slightly pleased with himself, Axel devoured the rest of his first bar and licked his lips. Two seconds later, he'd opened up another one.

WilyKat would have commented on how Clark had a stunningly similar stuttering capacity to Superman, his friend, but was currently staring open-mouthed at Axel. "Hey! That is not fair!"

So WilyKat backtracked to the pantry, opened up the pouch on his thigh, and emptied the rest of the first box into there. Then took half of the next, and shoved the other half out on the counter. Perhaps he would have hissed, but that was not a behavior actually practiced all that often by Thunderians; instead, he unearthed another bar and calmly inhaled that one. He continued to block the pantry door with his impressive small frame.

His attention briefly wandered back to Clark. "Oh? Ah, I guess not." He paused. "...Is that chocolate, too?"

Clark smiled with relief after WilyKat had returned his attentions over to Clark and the cake, and he smiled sheepishly. "Y-yeah, I don't think so," he mumbled, and looked from the cake to WilyKat.

"Yeah, its a chocolate cake!" he explained, smiling softly. "My mom makes the best chocolate cake in Smallville!" he mentioned, and laughed softly. "But my wife can't cook worth a hill of beans, so when I'm faced with good cooking, I take it," he admitted with a soft chuckle.

WilyKat arguably didn't hear anything past the "chocolate" Clark had mentioned the cake to be, giving Axel a mistrusting glare before abandoning his post at the pantry in favor of the cake which had almost met the floor disasterously.

"Married? You're so young!" WilyKat seemed to enjoy stating this very fact. Almost uncannily often. "That cake looks divine, on the other hand. She try to cook often? Can I have a piece? Has she every burned down the kitchen?"

He almost choked on a sip of water he had been taking before glancing at WilyKat with worry. "I-I'm not that young! I'm almost thirty!" he exclaimed, laughing just a bit.

He supposed with superpowers, he was probably going to age different, but he and Lois had thought that they had taken care of that, mostly.

Clark did laugh at the thought of their kitchen burning. "She makes attempts, although she did learn to cook a good breakfast one time, when she was posessed," he mentioned offhand, before he realized how crazy that sounded.

Well, okay, that had nothing to do with superpowers, she had honestly been posessed by a ghost! "Although...I almost burnt down the kitchen once," he admitted sheepishly. He wasn't going to say how of course. His heat vision had gone haywire.

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