Poo Poo Platter Novels & Stories

This man is an insane genius for his own good' Pari kept thinking by herself. She checked the plates for her clue. She checked the order of dishes if they hint any numbers or something. 'How am I going to deal with 7 dessert plates and a coffee cup????' she thought. Next she checked the coffee cup. It was latte with a question mark. She realised that it was a question. Then she moved back to the other plates to check if she could get any clue Macaroon Apple Pie Red velvet cake Raspberry tart Yam pudding Marshmallow pie

, felt like they carried a hidden meaning. In the kitchen, there were two bags filled with ingredients: seafood, meat, vegetables, everything you could imagine. The quality was high-end, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Rich people really were different. One meal here probably cost more than half of my monthly salary. After unpacking everything, I began to think of something quick and presentable to make. But when I reached into my pockets, I found a box of rubbers. I froze. It was awkward. I wasn't sure if I should grab it, but I couldn't just throw it away.

I teased, nudging him playfully on the shoulder. "I'm a rare human being. My type is hard to get. You should be lucky you got me on a free platter." "Excuse me, what free platter? Please don't feel too proud of yourself. One would think—" "And your meal is here." I was interrupted by a bowl being placed in front of us. "Wow," I couldn't contain my surprise as I stared at the big bowl. "So, this is the hungry man size?" "Yes. It is one of our best sellers. It might look plain, but if you taste it, you'd understand why it's called hungry man size. The fried shrimp is on the house. Enjoy."

She takes the seat in front of Zaeramil, leaving space between us, without saying a word. "Everyone is here!" Matheo said welcomingly. "Thank you for the food. Let's dig in." The sound of the cluttering plates ruled our ears. The meals are complete with dessert and appetizer; veggie soup, turkey, and chocolate bread. It's written in my father's journal that part of his reason for creating pishnies is to impress my mother. Maybe I can use their talent, too. The silence confuses the pishnies sitting at the table. Emotionally, it made them sad. They approach Matheo with their language and he waves his hand. "No! We love it! It's delicious, right?" he passed the question to me.

{However, pet feeding plates are available for purchase in the system shop} Ding! {Cost: 50 points per plate. Includes dual compartments for food and water.} Ivy froze for a second. Then slowly… She raised both hands in surrender. "Yeah, no. I'll pass." Her tone was immediate and firm. "I'm not spending another 50 points on a plate right now," she added, shaking her head. "I'll just use something from inside. A normal plate works just fine." She glanced down at Golden again, her expression softening. "Once I earn more points, I'll consider getting you something fancy," she said lightly. "Or better yet, I'll just pick one up when I raid the supermarket again."

She clutched her plate with both hands, her gaze shifting from one dish to another, taking in the vibrant colors and mouth-watering aromas. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out to grab a slice of pizza, placing it carefully on her plate. Next, she moved to the salad bar, her fingers dancing over the array of fresh vegetables before choosing a handful of cherry tomatoes and some crisp lettuce. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her. Poppy had always been cautious and reserved, but here, she seemed more relaxed, more at ease. I wanted this experience to be perfect for her, to show her that she could enjoy herself without any worries.

she said, smiling sweetly, “for five Pocky sticks.” Takuto nearly dropped his abacus. “Five? That’s a 400% markup! Ridiculous!” She shrugged. “Take it or leave it. Word on the playground is Teacher Sayaka’s bringing pudding cups tomorrow.” Pudding cups. He shuddered. Pudding cups were the status snack. Soft. Sweet. Velvety. Rare. The kind of snack that, if secured early, could give someone total dominance over the market for days—maybe even weeks.

Elon's pov The plate arrived looking like an insult. That was the first thing that came to my mind. White porcelain, wide as a serving tray, with a portion so small it looked out of place—like the chef had dropped the real meal somewhere on the way out and decided this was good enough to pass off as art. Something pale sat at the center, carefully shaped, surrounded by streaks of sauce arranged with surgical precision. Microgreens stood upright like they’d been tweezed into position one leaf at a time.

Golden trays floated around the room like satellites, bearing bite-sized fusion snacks: samosa sliders with mint mayo, masala tacos in mini corn shells, and katori chaat served in elegant glass spoons. “Did you see that mango cheesecake-peda hybrid?” Divya asked, standing near the dessert table, her plate already stacked like she’d gone to war. “I helped invent it,” Aunt Pooja called from across the room with mock indignation, fanning herself with a cocktail napkin. “Respect your elders and your sweet tooth.” Laughter rang through the room.

Matawa, kurīmīna kokonattsukasutādo ga a*i, ka*ika*i no kurumi o mabushite ka*ika*i ni shiageta kokonattsukasutādopankēki. (oh well. There are tons of pancakes on the menu that it's hard to choose which to try first. If you have a sweet tooth, you can try the Classic pancakes, served with whipped cream, butter, maple syrup; Caramelized BaShop owner pancakes, topped with nuts and caramelized banana; Mixed Fruits and Chocolate pancakes, which has fresh fruits like kiwi, oranges, strawberries, blueberries, and a side of Creme Anglaise and a drizzle of chocolate sauce; or the Coconut Custard pancakes, which has a creamy coconut custard and is sprinkled with crunchy walnuts for added crunch.)