A brief idea I just came up with while replying to a comment on
another story.


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    Kasumi's pride as a housekeeper had been challenged ever since the
day Ranma had shown up on the doorstep, a ragged, feral boy with
strips of Panda Jerky in his backpack.  He'd been told by his father
about the arranged marriage before he got hungry one day and decided
that the old codger would be much less of a burden deboned and cured
than he was alive and kicking, and had come to the Tendo home since he
didn't know where his own was.

    For Kasumi, whose own sense of self worth was tied up in being
able to cope with any domestic crisis, the problems had begun the
first day Ranma had started school.  He'd dragged home the lifeless
body of Tatewaki Kuno, nicely bled, cleaned and gutted, and expected
HER to come up with a suitable way of cooking it!

    She managed a passable curry that day, but the stress on her in
the following weeks was tremendous.  What, for instance, was she ever
going to do with the remains of his latest opponent?  This Hibiki boy
tasted so much of pork that she didn't know if she was supposed to
glaze him or try holding a hawaiian luau!

    Still, Kasumi was grateful.  Ranma had managed to cut the family's
expenses by half, and with more rivals popping up every day, it looked
like they'd have food enough for months to come!
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Sick, eh?

Ja ne,
LarryF