Prompt from @BBCanimefangirl

Little Fluff as a sorry for all the angst I've thrown at you XD

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Logan tapped his pencil on the table, trying to figure out short little video plans for Roman to go off of. Virgil sat on the other side of the table, glancing at the logical trait from time to time in amusement. 

"Don't hurt yourself there Lo," He smirked, filling up a glass of water from the sink.

Logan just rolled his eyes. "Impossible, I can not hurt myself on the outside from thinking to hard, so do not worry about me," 

Virgil sat down on the other side of the table, glass in hand. "All I'm saying is maybe you should take a break? Read a book, do a puzzle, cook or something, I don't know." He said, sipping the water.

Logan sighed. "Like it would be any use to me. Besides without a diffrent recipe besides Patton's or a peer for me to educate, I wouldn't get much out of it. Why don't you cook something?" 

Virgil shrugged. "Can't teach'," 

This time, Logan looked up. "What to you mean? We all learned in Thomas's video with Joan, I thought yo-"

Virgil held up a finger. "Correction, You, Patton, and Princy learned how to cook. I have a fish allergy, so I couldn't attend, and even still I wasn't exactly...."

Logan frowned. Both from the illogical allergies they all seem to randomly acquire, and from Virgil's lack of inclusion is previous activates.  

He made up his mind, and pushed himself up. "Well then, it's about time you learned. Care to join me in making dinner....Virgil?"

The dark side looked up, eyes wide and mouth slightly a gap at the traits invitation. Hesitantly, he grabbed his hand, pulling his signature smirk. 

"Sure, how hard could it be?"

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"Uuuuugggggghhhhhh, why is this so hard!?" Virgil groaned, trying to get the dough into a consistent thickness.

Logan had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at he stirred the sauce in the pan. They decided to do something simple, just spaghetti, but all the pre-made noddles we're gone so they had to make them by scratch. 

"Ooooo what're you cooking kiddos?" Patton said, bouncing around the corner as soon as he smelled the Italian dish. 

Logan smirked. "Spaghetti, but Verge s having a bit of a struggle."

Patton giggled, before walking over into the kitchen. 

"Well here's your problem kiddo, you need to put flour down to keep the noddles from sticking to the counter!" Mo said, a smile never leaving his face. 

Verge turned red with slight embarrassment. 

"What is all the commotion about in here?" Roman said, walking over to lean on the counter. 

"Virgil needs a little more flour, can you grab the extra bag from the cupboard Princey? All of us have are hands full..." Logan said, fixing his glasses and Patton moved around his to grab the pates to set the table. 

Roman smiled. "It would be my honor!" 

What he didn't realize, it that when four people...er, traits are moving around in a small area, it can be quite easy to trip. 

ON his way back to we're Anxiety was stationed, Roman lost his footing. Letting go of the bag and he quickly grabbed the counter top to keep his balance. 

He sighed in relief before looking up and biting his tongue. 

Virgil stood there, his face covered by his bangs as his eyes shut tight. Flour covered his face making him look paler then ever, as his dark clothes we're splashed with the white powder (No) 

Roman slowly removed his hand from his mouth and smiled sheepishly.  

"Well...um....it matches your complexion?" He laughed nervously at the end, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Suddenly, he got hit in the face by a white, fluffy cloud. He coughed and waved his hand, trying to see threw the haze.

Virgil stood there, another handful in his hands at the ready, and a smug smirk on his face. 

Once Roman recovered, he balled his hand into a playful fist. "Oh....it is ON!"

And just like that, a war broke loose. Patton decided to join in on the fun, and grabbed a handful himself, only to miss and hit Logan on the side. The logical trait looked up at the nonsense, before finally shrugged, and grabbing a handful himself, chasing morality down the hall to get his revenge. 

Virgil jumped over the couch, a bag of flour at his side as he aimed at the prince a fired. Roman dodged and fire back, hitting Virgil square in the chest. The trait laughed at his expression, before getting a full bag of flour dumped on his head. Quickly, Virgil stood up and ran, grabbing more flour and painting the mindscape white.

On the other side, Logan chased Patton all over his room, trying to get a good shot at the giggling trait.

Patton was jumping over his bed, running around the couch, and hiding behind anything he could find, before Logan his him square in the face and he fell into a laughing fit, summoning more flour and hitting him back. 

The mindscape was going crazy, as all the traits jumped on one another, sprayed each other with flour, and acted as if the living room was a war zone. 

And right then a there....Thomas summoned them.

Patton appeared on the floor a giggling mess, his glasses covered in flour and his cat sweater completely white. Logan's black shirt now had a paint splotch of white on his front and back and his hair was completely whited out. Roman, having discarded his uniform and now wearing a red tee, was covered from Virgil's flour dunk and Virgil....lets just say his clothes have never been brighter. 

Thomas looked over all of his traits, before pausing, and laughing histareically. 

"Wow!..." He paused for a breath. "I was wondering why my thoughts we're so....energetic." 

Suddenly, everyone pointed at a diffrent person. "HE STARTED IT!!" 

That just made Thomas laugh harder, until the others finally joined in. 

As the laugher died down a little, Patton made a little wave of his hand and a bowl appeared in his hand.

"Spaghetti Anyone?"

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The End!