Everyone snickered. Natsu and Gray looked hilarious. Natsu was wearing a hot pink, frilly, poofy dress. It had a hot pink ribbon in the idle, cutting off his blood circulation. He was also wearing make-up; dark red lipstick, light pink eyeshadow and way to much blush.

Gray's outfit was almost the same, the only difference between the twos' outfit was that. Gray's was in blue instead of pink. His make-up was also different shades of blue instead of pink and red.

"At least I look manlier than you, I mean, pink? Seriously. Blue is so much manlier." Gray tried to boast without Mira hearing. "What do you have against pink, huh? It's so much manlier than blue and besides, pink looks fabulous on me." Natsu countered.

"Silence," Mira's terrifying voice ran through the cross-dressers ears, causing them to ship up immediately.

"Now I understand why she's in the Slytherin house, and why the other transfers said not to get on her bad side." A couple students said in the background. "This, is normal for us." Gajeel said, emphasizing the surrounding area. "Those two are always getting in trouble. Whether its with Mira or Erza, the two are equally terrifying. Although, you get used to it after a while." Lucy said.

"I remember the first time I saw Erza hit the two so hard, they were unconscious for a couple hours. I thought they were dead. Then, a while later, I saw Mira also getting super pissed at them. I was seriously terrified of what she was going to don't even get me started on what happens when someone takes Erza's cake." She sighed, "it looks like world war lll is about to break out. Every. Single. Time."

'How does someone get used to this?' About half the students thought while Lucy was ranting.

"I'm hungry," she put her finger on her chin, thinking. "Make me some non-burnt tiramisu." She ordered Natsu. "And you," she was at gray now. "Make me some warm Turducken."

"Also," she started, "whichever one of you two has a better meal, will be free and won't have to wear that dress for the rest of the day." This got the two a little more excited at the thought of being free. Although, there was one thing on their minds after Mira told them their dishes.

'I dont know what those things are!' They both simultaneously thought.

"O — ok," they were too terrified of what she might do to even think about denying her. The two of them entered the kitchen to try and figure out how to make the dishes.

"Tiramisu," natsu said to himself. Everyone was peeking through the doors to see how they're doing and to laugh — mostly to laugh though. "Tiramisu. It sound like tear-a-me-su. It's a tear of me, su? O. . . K, then." Natsu started chopping up onions as an attempt to cry.

He sniffed. "W — wha?" He felt his eyes fogging up. "Tears!" He cheered. He grabbed as many as he could without poking his eyeball and threw them into a bowl. "My tear is in there, 'su,' is next. What could it mean. he sounds like soup, could it be?" Natsu asked himself, void to the others staring and giggling at him. "Alright then," he grabbed a bowl.

"How do I make soup again?" He asked himself again, receiving more snickers from the others around him.

With gray, well, he was doing no better; he also didn't know what his meal was. "Turducken," he said to himself. Half the students who were watching natsu moved to watch gray, while half stayed to watch Natsu. "It sounds like turkey duck." He scratched the back of his head. "Am I supposed to stuff a duck with turkey? Oh well, I guess I'll try."

He looked around the kitchen, looking for a turkey, a duck and anything to put on top. "Okay," he set a duck and turkey down. He then unloaded his arms that were filled with different things: spices, berries, gravy and oven mitts.

The words, 'make sure its cooked,' left grays mind completely and the only thing he could think of was, how cold he should make it. The ice mage in him was starting to come out — more than before — and of course he just had to strip right before starting.

When Natsu finally remembered (kinda) how to make soup, like gray, the the words, 'don't burn it,' were void in his ind and all he could think about was making it boiling hot. He got all the ingredients and for the most part, he got it right. . . Until he actually had to finish cooking it.

He left in about, 5 minutes too long, and when he took it out, it was burnt to a crisp even though he thought it was fine. He smelt it and said, "delicious~" before setting it aside to 'cool'. He brought the tears and poured them into the burning soup, then mixed them. He tasted the tiniest bit he could and said, "delicious~" again.

Gray finished chopping the turkey and splitting the duck open — forgetting to cook both of them — and started throwing pieces of it into the duck. Once finished, he added some gravy and threw some other things on it too, not really paying attention to what he was putting on. Most of the things ended up being the same; they were almost all ice cubes.

The two of them put their dishes on a silver platter and put a lid over them. They walked out of the kitchen, seeing a bored mira twisting her foot around, without a smile or frown, her face was just stoic. "Done finally," she turned her attention to the lids.

The two boys placed it on the table in front of her and lifted up the lid, laughing at each others when they saw it.

"What is this?"

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