Oodles of Noodles || Sarah and Sebastian
Sebastian dressed quickly, a button down shirt in exchange for his normal t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts instead of jeans. He knew how to dress even if Kurt sometimes judged his clothes. He slipped his feet into his sperry’s and ushered his two slaves out into the hall. He’d let them dress in normal clothes, he still wasn’t sure what to make of Sarah and if he wanted her help then he wasn’t going to hurt his chances by having both boys in their costumes. He passed a hand through Kurt’s hair and led them out into the hall. He kept Kurt close as they walked. He didn’t like the looks the guards were giving him.
When they reached Sarah’s room he knocked like he was instructed to and fussed with his shirt. He turned and fixed both Kurt’s and Nick’s clothes, smoothing the fabric down on their shirts and fussing with Nick’s hair. He had actually given them time to get dressed and ready but he hadn’t really told them where there were going. Sarah intrigued him, and not many people on this island did.
Notes on being sick
I’m home with a sinus infection/unfortunately stubborn cold right now, nursing a bowl of hot ramen. But this isn’t ramen like you know it.
When you think of ramen, a cup-o-noodles, or the $0.15 packs of maruchan come to mind that you sit in boiling hot water, then slurp up once the long, wiggly noodles are soft.
When I think of ramen, I think of “oodles of noodles.” Like most kids, my mother made me chicken noodle soup when I was sick. But on special occasions, she’d make ramen, and it was always and forever will be called “oodles of noodles” in our house. This is why: my brothers and I were messy eaters as children (like most are). So before dropping the noodles into boiling water, she’d break them up into tiny bits and pieces that would conveniently swim in spoonfuls of hot broth because ramen required too much dexterity for us to eat properly.
I’ll never be converted. I tried a cup-o-noodles once in college, and it just wasn’t the same. Oodles-of-noodles for life.
