The baster had been the obvious choice. A device meant to be filled to the brim with thick, salty liquid and liberally coat slabs of moist, delicious meat was something the woman found delightful irony in as she plucked the foam weapon from the barrel. It was meant to be used for a fight, rather than cooking, and she already imagined the delicious and wicked fun to be had in smacking people with the implement. Shouldering her chosen weapon she would stroll her happy way over to the event board to scope out her competition. Who would she victimize first? Holland with a ladle, maybe? Perhaps Cherie had chosen a whisk to mimic her whipped cream peak hairdo. Or, if she was lucky, maybe Tai would be on the menu and ripe for a beating with a baster.
However, one name she didn't expect to stumble upon was that of a man she'd become somewhat familiar with over these few weeks. Todd, the carpenter who she had lured into an arrangement that was already more humbling than being beat in combat. To