#ramen. italian wedding soup.

[mattibee]

apparently if you forget to put tags in a poll reblog you cant add them afterwards so im sending you this ask just to let you know i have given you soup

at least two people have souped me... warm brof to heal my soul and warm my hands 😌

[rebo-chan]

IMPORTANT CHARACTER ANALYSIS UNDER THE CUT. DO NOT IGNORE, YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THIS.

OKAY SO WE ALL KNOW THAT TSUNA LIKES SALISBURY STEAK FROM THE DATABOOKS AND ANIME, AND WE KNOW THAT REBORN LIKES ESPRESSO.. BUT IS THAT THE TRUTH? Is that what these young lads consumed throughout the series? What do they like to eat? What do we BEAR WITNESS TO THEM SHOVING INTO THEIR MOUTHS? With this question in mind, I embarked on a quest with my good friend @ketchup-chup TO DOCUMENT WHAT TSUNA AND REBORN ACTUALLY EAT. Have you been deceived to believe that Reborn doesn't like sweets? If so, you're in for a FUCKING treat. Some things we discovered during this is that Tsuna just is SO bad with eating. HE EATS SO LITTLE. I WOULD GO CHAPTERS UPON CHAPTERS WITH HIM NOT EATING ANYTHING. All while REBORN SHOVED HIS FUCKING FACE WITH FOOD TO THE POINT WHERE WE HAD TO ADD IN RULES FOR HIM.

You see the frame on the left? You see the difference in plates between Tsuna and Reborn? This is the best way I can symbolize what this was like before we begin.

Okay, before I begin, here are some ground rules:

We only did the daily life MANGA chapters, chapter 1-61 because nobody has any real time to calculate the distance of Byakuran's ash to see if any landed in Tsuna's mouth. That being said, I am sure that if we did Reborn would continue to be a fucking menace. We did not include any anime scenes, because we just could not realistically watch the entire daily life anime. This also does not include any 'food' we see in openings like the strawberry jam toast from Boys and Girls, or the soda he is drinking in Dive to World. Same goes for endings.

Reborn ate so much that for @ketchup-chup's sanity, we included only the things that he was actually shoving in his mouth. So, the list you're about to see, there WAS more and we cut it for our sanity's sake. Tsuna was eating so LITTLE, we did the exact opposite where everytime a food was even SPOTTED NEAR HIM, I snatched up into my list.

The foods will be listed in order as they were spotted in the series as we went through, but as sometimes they are doubled up on later. (As in a character for example had coffee once, then coffee again in a later chapter will be written as Coffee x2)

That's all! So, let's get started!

Sawada Tsunayoshi: Pocky Milk Italian Pasta Water x8 Chips x2 Lollipop x2 Poison Cooking x3 Rice balls x2 (the second time he had this, he fucking spit it out..) Soda x5 (his third soda was in one of harus pictures at the end of the chapter<3) Soumen noodles Sushi x2 (Two separate pieces of Sushi within two frames of each other that looked different lol...) Rice x3 (Rice in a bowl!) One bite of cake (This agitated me because there was a separate frame of Reborn with his own cake, that looked demolished in comparison to Tsunas measly one bite... OTL) Ramen Coffee x2 Instant Ramen 2 WATERMELON RINDS (IN THE SAME SCENE!! HE ATE TWO!!) Juice It should be said before I move onto Reborn, that the "ramen" entry was this:

That's 61 chapters worth of Tsuna's food. :) As you can see he really likes water. Water and one bite of cake :)<3

Reborn:

Fish Coffee x7 Italian Pasta Tea x3 (Second entry of this was him having his own tea ceremony of this) Watermelon x2 Cold Soba noodles Popsicle x7 Hot pot Kimchi Soumen Juice x2 Beer Sushi x2 Tuna Water x3 Cake x2 (First was the one he devoured that I mentioned further above, second was his wedding cake with Bianchi) Rice Mochi (For the mochi making competition, he was taste testing) Soup (Probably miso judging by it, but he sure was slurping it) Cookie Barbeque Soda

An honorable mention that the lovely ketchup didn't include because he didn't actually eat it, but I spotted in digging through chapters of Tsuna starving himself: a smoothie/milkshake(?) and a icecream sundae. Here you can look at it yourself~

Also, yes the popsicle was included in the count of FUCKING popsicles he's CONSUMED.

To do a recap:

Tsuna ate 39 things by the start of kokuyo, subtracting the RAMEN gokudera dropped on him and the spit out rice ball and i wish i coULD HALF HIS FUCKING ONE BITE CAKE THATS NOT REAL FOOD TSUNA. Tsuna really consumed 36.5 items (37 if you count the one bite of cake but whatever..) Also, if you subtract the poison cooking, he's sitting at 33.5 (34 *grumbles*).

Reborn ate 39 items, including the honorable mention he had 41 items. Bearing in mind, we cut out so much of Reborn just showing up near food or holding onto it. Tsuna, meanwhile was counted for existing near food. Gathering nutrients through photo-fucking-synthesis. The anime feeds Tsuna SO much more, I can name 5 items off the top of my memory that he ate in daily life that just aren't counted from the manga. Please don't be fooled by the fact they start out with the same number till we started subtracting, MOST OF TSUNAS IS HIS WATER COUNT. If you IGNORE ALL THE DRINKS HE HAS, MANS IS SITTING AT 17, WHILE IF YOU REMOVE REBORNS DRINKS HE GOES DOWN TO 25. (Its mostly his love for espresso bringing down his number, MEANWHILE FOR TSUNA ITS HIS FUCKING WATER COUNT??)

Now that our statistical analysis that NO one told us to do has been completed. What can we learn from it about our characters favorite food preferences? Well, Tsuna is SO well hydrated. We love a water-stanning king. Besides that, he's mostly eating snacks with his lollipops, chips, and his enjoyment of drinking soda. (He drinks fast food soda the most, with 3 of those submissions being him sipping from a container with a straw. The last two are from a can and a bottle specifically.) Meanwhile, we can believe Reborn when he says he likes coffee, but ALSO he fucking?? loves?? popiscles?? it's unreal??? there were so many popsicles??? He LOVES SWEETS.. sad to say but he just fucking lied to Luce in the fillers about not liking sweets. It's Tsuna, if anyone, that doesn't like sweets with his one bite of cake. HOLD ON ACTUALLY FUCK THIS IM SHOWING YOU GUYS THE CAKE DILEMMA ME AND KETCHCUP WERE STARING AT.

YOU SEE THAT LITTLE CAKE THATS BEING CUT OUT OF FRAME? THATS IT. THATS THE EXTENT OT TSUNAS BITE. MEANWHILE, HERES REBORNS.

THAT THING IS ALMOST GONE. YALL ARE SEEING THIS RIGHT??

REKSHNS anyway! Reborn's more of a curious soul with his food, trying a bunch of stuff that he wouldn't normally eat. Meanwhile Tsuna plays it mostly safe with snacks and mostly Japanese food. AGAIN, no one asked us to do this and while we are absolutely hysterical as I type this up, if you have any questions about specifics please feel free to ask SDKJGN this is IMPORANT!! CHARACTER ANALYSIS!!! CLEARLY!!!

Thanks for reading this far HELP ME. This was funny as hell to dig through and perhaps we may look through the last arcs if we feel like it, or do other characters. (I've noticed Gokudera is a good eater!)

See you next post~

[pretty-princess-4ever]

Low calorie vegetarian options 💕🩰

Amy’s minestrone soup: entire can/190 cal

Gardein Italian wedding soup: entire can/200 cal

Annie’s all stars pasta: entire can/210 cal

Annie’s easy mac and cheese: 220 cal

Uncrustables chocolate hazelnut sandwich: 210 cal

Sandwich bros egg and cheese pita: 170 cal

Garden chik’n sliders: 1 slider/ 190 cal

Veggieful pepperoni pizza pocket: 250 cal

Amy’s tofu scramble wrap: 280 cal

Amy’s samosa wrap: 270 cal

Morningstar breakfast sandwich: 200 cal

Veggies made great spinach egg white frittata: 1 frittata/70 cal

Annie Chun’s spicy miso ramen: 1 bowl/240 cal

Annie Chun’s udon noodle soup: 1 bowl/260 cal

Tattooed chef cauliflower pizza bowl: 1 bowl/230 cal

Birds Eye rotini and vegetables: 1 package/290 cal

Balanced breaks cheese and crackers: 1 package 160-170 cal

Stauffer’s animal crackers: 16 crackers/120 cal

Flavored pistachios: 1 package/120-130 cal

Spring roll and veggie sushi: depends on brand but usually low cal

Veggieful flavored riced cauliflower: 1 cup teriyaki/ 53 cal, 1 cup southwest/93 cal

Lean cuisine spinach and mushroom pizza: 360 cal

Healthy choice creamy spinach and tomato linguine: 230 cal

Lean cuisine spinach and artichoke ravioli: 280 cal

Healthy choice “beef” and veggie stir fry: 290 cal

Amy’s Moroccan vegetable tagine: 270 cal

Amy’s mushroom risotto: 230 cal

Kidfresh marinara pasta with cauliflower: 250 cal

Quorn “chicken”: 1 filet/60 cal

Owyn cookies and cream shake: 170 cal

Good karma chocolate flax milk: 100 cal

Lenny and Larry’s cookie protein bar: 160 cal

Clif builder mini protein bars: 140 cal

Morningstar pancake and sausage on a stick: 140 cal

Jimmy dean’s egg and cheese biscuit roll up: 2 roll ups/ 260 cal

[deadweight-at7am]

You know what absolutely slaps? SOUP.

Soup of all kinds. Squash soup, minestrone, Italian wedding, my mom's acine de pepe beef soup, chicken noodle, pho, ramen, potato, french onion, like... I could go on and on and on. Nothing else compared to coming home on a cold ass day to my Mom's soup on the stove. Whenever she'd send me to get stewing veggies and beef bone marrow pieces in the store I knew it was ON. We were going to have the delicious, wonderful, delectable SOUP.

It's also easy. Soup and stews are like the no-brainer, idiot proof meals. Throw some shit in a pot, let it simmer for hours. Done.

Our local Pho place makes an insane pho broth and it's so delicious. It's supposed to get cold around Thanksgiving. The week of Thanksgiving before I have to make a ton of food for everyone I'm going to get myself pho on a cold ass day and sit there in my own little piece of heaving slurping down delicious, warming broth and noodles.

Edited to add: this rant brought to you by the fact that I think I have a sinus infection brewing and do not want to make my OWN soup right now. I want someone to make it for me, damnit.

[ultimate-soup-showdown]

THE ULTIMATE SOUP SHOWDOWN BRACKET

I will post 2 polls a day for round 1, each lasting a day!

ROUND 1 CONSISTS OF THE FOLLOWING!:

tomato v potato leek {WINNER; TOMATO}

cereal v pozole {WINNER; POZOLE}

peanut v tom kha {WINNER; TOM KHA}

zuppa toscana v gumbo {WINNER; GUMBO}

chili v butternut squash {WINNER; CHILI}

albondigas v potato {WINNER; ALBONDIGAS}

broccoli cheddar v pumpkin {WINNER; BROCCOLI CHEDDAR}

tom yum/hot&sour v sinigang {WINNER; TOM YUM}

ramen v french onion {WINNER; RAMEN}

coconut curry v alphabet {WINNER; COCONUT CURRY}

beef stew v taco {WINNER; BEEF STEW}

italian wedding v pho {WINNER; PHO}

chicken v cheese {WINNER; CHICKEN}

ocean v clothes from the soup store {WINNER; SOUP STORE}

laksa v corn chowder {WINNER; LAKSA}

sopa e la minuta v palak paneer {WINNER; SOPA E LA MINUTA}

egg drop v udon {WINNER; UDON}

matzoh ball v tortilla {WINNER; MATZOH BALL}

pea v vegetable {WINNER; VEGETABLE}

carrot v miso {WINNER; MISO}

gazpacho v chicken dumpling {WINNER; CHICKEN DUMPLING}

zurek v minestrone {WINNER; MINESTRONE}

cream of chicken&wild rice v lobster bisque {WINNER; CREAM OF CHICKEN&WILD RICE}

clam chowder v baked potato {WINNER; BAKED POTATO}

noodle v family recipe {WINNER; FAMILY RECIPE}

lentil v bean {WINNER; LENTIL}

borscht v mushroom {WINNER; MUSHROOM}

wonton v goulash {WINNER; WONTON}

chicken noodle v crab {WINNER; CHICKEN NOODLE}

andy warhol soup painting v lava {WINNER; LAVA}

avgolemono v caldo verde {WINNER; AVGOLEMONO}

soondubu jiggae v pasta e fagioli {WINNER; SOONDUBU JIGGAE}

[foodfightbrackets]

a soup bracket you say it's final my time!!!:

French onion, minestrone, Italian wedding. braised beef noodle aka 红烧牛肉面, tom yum, wanton, bouillabaise, clam chowder (both new york and non new york), gazpacho, chicken noodle, beef barley, tomato, broccoli cheddar, consummé, pho, cheeseburger, bun bo hue, butternut squash, pasta fagiole (technically a soup), borscht, ukha aka уха, cream of mushroom, cream of chicken, Rasolnik, solyanka, potato leak, cock a leeky, cholent, gumbo, split pea, pozole, tortilla, egg drop, hot and sour, tom kha gai, stuffed pepper, Moroccan lentil, tortellini, she crab, lobster bisque, cioppino, Louisiana beef, jambalaya, chicken corn chowder, chicken and dumplings, guk bap, ramen, budae jigae, tofu and kimchi, gamjatang, ill send more i gotta finish washing the kitchen floor the bleach is getting to me

Ohhh this is helpful! Lots of duplicates of what I already thought of but also lots I hadn't.

You did give me the idea I should be listing the names of things in their non-Western scripts when they're from other countries so this is also going to take some research lol

[thebiscuiteternal]

biscuit what are your favorite soups?

Oh, wow, that's hard. I guess it would be egg drop/egg flower/all its other names, because I have to be in certain moods for a lot of the soups I like, but I am always ready for egg drop.

edit: oh, wait, you said plural. my other top 9 are bean and pasta, Italian wedding (sans carrots), pretty much any tomato-based soup, wonton, that chicken paprikash soup I had in Ohio once and really need to learn to make, she crab soup, duck or pork belly ramen, beef goulash, and this one specific mushroom soup recipe. and chili. that's 10 but I don't care, chili counts.

Aside from that, I'm up to try just about any soup recipe. The only things I specifically avoid or try to substitute for are cilantro (soap gene), coconut (violently allergic), tofu (hurts me so bad), and carrots (hate the texture unless it's been blended in).

[soup-soup-soup-soup-soup]

SOUP-ER BOWL SEMIFINALS ROUND 2

Links to previous rounds these soups won (w/ recipes/photos somewhere to be found in there):

[swagging-back-to]

top ten soups;

italian wedding soup

curry

ramen

broccoli cheese soup

chili

chickpea noodle soup

scotch broth

gumbo (basically tied for 7th but i have a love hate relationship with okra)

basic veggie soup

tortilla soup or lasagna soup, tied.

when i was a kid it was a solid

broc. cheese

boiled dinner drowned in vinegar

ramen

chicken noodle

and i literally hated non vegan chili, never tried more than half these soups before i went vegan.

[claude-hoenet-the-morningstar]

curses.

What did I do to deserve this curse? Why am I left with all these stupid memories? The things that re-gash the wound over and over and over and over.

Someone says they remember something ‘hazily.’

‘—-tacitly.”

Someone says ‘if the shoe fits.’

‘—-if the floo shits.’

Someone picks their nose.

‘—-i’m scratching my piercing!”

Someone says ‘I love you.’

‘—-love you too, babe.’ said so tenderly from a grinned mouth with a hand on my cheek.

Salt and pepper chips. Chai. Refreshers. Dunkin. The big pot they fill up daily, amassing more and more sugar as the day goes on. McSpicy — extra mayo. Tank tops. King of the Hill. Doctor Who. Colorado. Cracked windshield. A church parking lot. Flagstaff. Every.single.fucking.part. of this forsaken city. Vapes. A glass bottle. Quail. 11:11. So many songs. Kazoos. Cinnamon. Lavender. Royal Palm Park. Weeping on my shoulder, yelling that you hate the way she makes you feel and that you don’t want her in your life anymore — that you want me. A shooting star. The moon. A crowbar lol. Snapped hood latch cable. My slow cooker. My beans. “Tasty.” Which ones? “Both.” Energy drinks. Buzz balls. Chase. Einstein’s. Pissing literally everywhere and anywhere. Gas stations. 5-finger-discounts. Balancing the scales. A DIFFERENT church parking lot. Bending over backwards in the car, staring up the moon and ‘seeing God’ in an explosion of ecstasy. Washing sheets. Peaches. Starting to cry on the phone after you wake up in the ER from giving your self alcohol poisoning. Italian Wedding Soup and saltines and Suero and vaporúb — ‘because I want, not have to.’ Vyvanse. Flonase. ‘Vynase.’ CALL BACK. Ramen shops. Jack in the Box parking lots. The 60. Ding Dong Ditch at 2 am. Zoom Meetings. Black bracelets that make you feel special. Falling off the bed. Ubers. Stripper coworkers — maybe baby mamas? Gummy worms. More parking lots. Dented roof. Jalapeño cheddar hotdogs. Mammograms. Another church parking lot. Realizing that I have cancer, that you won’t be there to help me through it — screaming and crying like a wounded animal in a way I never have in my entire life. ‘Smooth brain.’ Broken glove boxes. Exploding Monsters. Red bracelets that make me feel fucking worthless. Stim toys. Chewing fingers. Straw hats. Group chats. Showers. Holding you naked as you cry and apologize for everything you’ve put me through. Chipped teeth. Lenny’s. Northern Ave. Drive thru menus. The TikTok shop. Venus ring, never delivered. Knocking on the roof to check for bugs. Bowl o spaghetti at Oregano’s. Sun shades. Oil changes. VASA gym. Thai food. Random playgrounds. Goddess worship. Rings that turn your finger green. Putting it on your wedding finger by choice. Cigarette burns. So many fucking bruises. Bite marks that never go away. COVID. Target. Car washes. Stupid fucking ‘errands.’ Being choked out for the first time coming to and being gaslit to believe it happened by accident.

‘it’s done”

I fucking wish it was

[funnelcloudd]

One time a kid threw away, I swear to god, like 50 cans of progreso soup. Of several varieties but especially Italian wedding. I have no idea where he was keeping them in his dorm room. His half of the room must have been a magical little cave of soups. Very charming, although I disapproved of the attempt at soup waste. I put them in our break room and they all got eaten eventually.

I’ve found color changing Halloween candles, a bottle of dr teals lavender lotion, various exotic ramen noodles and candies, huge box of condoms, an unopened bottle of vodka, a pinned sphinx moth, a massive novelty dildo, clothes, brand new shoes, a brand new window unit air conditioner, a tv, like 50 different tower and window fans, like 50 mini fridges, one full size fridge (??????? how), microwaves, a watch, money, interesting foreign currency, tons of electric kettles, the list goes on and on. I do not keep any money, liquor, or big ticket items because I actually do not want to lose my job lol, but yeah I’ll pocket snacks and small cheap inconsequential things now and again.

It’s truly horrifying the amount of shit that gets thrown away every year between all of the dorms and apartments. Like you guys have no idea. Anyway if you have a university near you, dumpster diving after graduation is the morally correct thing to do.

I’ve never found a spouse in the trash but we find all kinds of cool shit when the kids move out every summer

[therealvalkyrie]

What type of soup do you like bb?

Creamy, Like cheddar and broccoli? Something Brothy like egg drop? Maybe a hearty stew? I need to know what soups to make for my lovely wife!

all of the above, wifey<33 if you make me soup i'll fall irrevocably in love with you, i don't make the rules<33

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

Fake dating AU- set slightly in the future Johnathan comes back to Hawkins with a new girlfriend and desperate to prove she’s moved on also Nancy asks Robin to fake date her. (Ronance happy ending)

thanks for the prompt! i hope you enjoy :) i think i might flesh this one out more. maybe you'll see that pop up around november, i had too many ideas to stuff into this oneshot :D but hopefully the length makes up for the weight

them there eyes (5,507 words)

If Nancy had been better prepared, perhaps this whole mess would’ve never had the room to start up in the first place. All she needed was a phone call or two from El in casual explanation - a thirty second debriefing her ex-boyfriend’s exploits and current local. However, the phone calls from El, while frequent and enjoyable, rarely included any information about Jonathan. Whether that was specifically for Nancy’s benefit, she didn’t truly know. 

All this to say that she was now, twenty-three and home for Thanksgiving, stood in the center of the soup aisle at Hawkins’ local grocery store completely dumbfounded. Not because of the soup, mind you. 

But because Jonathan Byers and a girl - a human female - who Nancy had never seen before (sure she would’ve recognized her if she’d gone to their high school, their graduating class size was in the double digits) were also in the soup aisle. Sharing both a cart and a smile. She passed him a can of tomato soup and he, after ducking underneath his permanent fringe like an adolescent, pressed a kiss to her cheek quickly in thanks. 

Nancy knew, vaguely, that she was staring. But something about the image rooted her to the spot. She wasn’t sure which was the most disturbing aspect. One: that Jonathan, arguably the first true love of her life, had been able to move on so exponentially that he was grocery shopping with somebody else. Or two: that she, the other half of Hawkins’ weirdest couple, was currently shacking up in her parents’ basement with negative romantic prospects. 

She tried to recall the last true date she’d been on, scaling back all the way to the past February before she found a good example. It’d been horrific - he, in the name of feminism, had tried to get her to pay the whole bill. Not that she would’ve minded paying for half. That was understandable. But the whole bill? And he’d gotten a sirloin. She wasn’t made of money. She was a journalist - she ate ramen for dinner the majority of the time, if that.

Her mother, ever the hen, had practically forced her out the house door to run errands. She claimed it was a ‘nice day’ and Nancy should ‘get some fresh air’. It was pouring outside, absolutely storming. Nancy could hear it on the roof of the grocery store. But she supposed her mother had a point - she hadn’t gone outside since she’d gotten there three days before, content to bury herself underneath the household’s excess store of fuzzy blankets and slowly wade through the childhood VHS tapes collecting dust down beneath El’s old tent. 

Had Karen Wheeler realized the abject horror she’d be subjecting her daughter to when she’d forced her out of the house that morning? Surely not. She never would have betrayed her like this.

Nancy continued to watch open-mouthed as the girl (who, by the way, was stunning) whispered something in Jonathan’s concealed ear. His face turned a shocking shade of red at whatever she had said. He glanced back towards the end of the aisle with a little nervous laugh, one that had Nancy’s stomach twisting up into her ribcage. She could remember making him laugh like that many times.

She knew she should just be an adult about this and walk away from the aisle. Nobody didn’t need Italian Wedding that badly. Besides, Nancy had a college degree. She was going places. She would be moving to New York City after this brief hiatus at home, making big bucks and traveling the world to report on its innumerable atrocities. Give it an hour and Jonathan Byers would once again be lingering only in the very corner of her mind, some distant ghost she forgot to remember most of the time.

And yet she stayed rooted to the spot. How had he, arguably the most emotionally unavailable man she’d ever known, gotten into a relationship that made him this happy? Made him so comfortable with PDA, when he’d shrugged off Nancy’s hands in high school more times than she could remember? It was absurd; impossible. She blinked once, twice, just to make sure this wasn’t some sort of putrid nightmare she’d stepped her way into. As she did so, her mind gifted her the wonderful possibility of that shared cart having a baby in it. A baby with a bowl cut.

She’d throw up. She’d leave town without notice, or do something drastic like shave her head. Change her name and move to Alaska, turning that journalism degree into firewood and using her hands for ice-fishing. Jonathan Byers is in love, in love with somebody other than her.

God, she was selfish, wasn’t she? Even as she acknowledged this, the jealous feeling continued to blossom.

“Nance?” Oh my god, this was worse. So, so much worse. Jonathan was talking to her. “Nancy Wheeler?”

“Hi, Jon,” She said, grimacing on the way to a smile. She was shocked she managed to speak at all, as opposed to much more viable option of projectile vomiting all over the red Campbell labels.

“Jesus,” He replied breathlessly - and why was he smiling? He was smiling like this was something pleasant. Jonathan ran a hand through his mop of hair, still slightly bowlish despite his grown age, and stepped forward to clasp their palms together. She was surprised he couldn’t feel her shaking as he did so. 

Their breakup hadn’t been…bad, per say. Okay, well, actually it’d been horrific. Lots of shouting. Crying. The whole nine yards. He’d come clean in August about the college lie. She lost all trust in him. They attempted to do long distance again but without that trust - that communication - they fell apart. His passion for photography reignited and he was off to Europe that spring. She came inches away from kissing another girl at a college party and felt more in the pit of her stomach than she ever had with him. They broke up over the phone and then again in person; to make it more real, she supposed. Or more movie-like, maybe. 

That’d been four years ago now. During that hiatus, she hadn’t seen him anywhere besides the annual Byers family Christmas card - because, of course, when one set of Byer/Wheeler siblings broke it off another rose from its ashes. Will and Mike were grossly in love, to the point of applying to all the same colleges and sharing a dorm under the guise of their infamous ‘best friend’ status. Due to their impending forever love, Nancy had known for a while she’d end up seeing Jonathan and his pasty little face at least one more time in her life.

She had no idea what to say in response to him. Her mouth was simultaneously dryer than the desert and so wet she could hardly speak through the gathering spit.

“How’ve you been?” She finally settled on. The woman, who’d been lingering at the cart, stepped up to bump Jonathan’s shoulder. Despite all of Nancy’s quickly heightening expectations, her eyes weren’t mean. They were the opposite, actually, which made things a little more difficult for Nancy. 

It would’ve been much easier if she was hateable. But this girl looked positively wonderful. Perfectly put together. Everything Nancy wasn’t and never could be. As she and Jonathan’s hands disconnected, Nancy couldn’t help but glance at his palm to double-check his scar had stayed. At least a part of him was still marred by her, even only physically. She couldn’t say she’d been able to recover in the same way.

“Great,” He replied. It was so genuine it hurt. His toothy grin was like a bullet to the heart. “Just great. Oh! This is Bianca, by the way. My fiancee.”

Oh god, even worse! His fiancee. Jonathan Byers, who’d gotten up on his soapbox  every time Nancy so much as casually suggested the pipedream of living together someday. That Jonathan Byers was engaged. Bianca smiled and it took everything in Nancy not to scream in pure horror. They shook hands.

“Nice to meet you,” Nancy said. It sounded as though she were speaking under water. Somehow Bianca’s beautiful smile only grew. Beneath her unruly bangs of black curl, her eyes were warm and brown. Nancy recognized those easily enough - Jonathan had a type, she concluded.

“Jon’s told me about you! You’re a journalist, right?” Bianca asked, practically forcing the words out through the gaps between her teeth. Nancy tried to hate her. She really tried. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Nancy nodded, wiping her newly sweaty palm down the front of her pant leg. “I mean, I’m going to be. I’ve got a starter job at the AP office in New York City - I’m moving there after the new year.”

“Oh, excellent!” Bianca sounded completely genuine. 

“What do you do?” Nancy asked, if only to fill up space in the air. She had to admit, she really wanted to know. Model, maybe? Garbageman? Bianca was a complete mystery. And, apparently, so was Jonathan.

“I’m a teacher,” Bianca replied. “Kindergarten.”

“At Hawkins Elementary?” Jonathan and Bianca shared one of those hearty laughs only people in love can have. Nancy was incredibly jealous.

“No, no, we live in New York City,” Bianca corrected. “We’re only here for Thanksgiving, since this is where Jon’s family is. Christmas we’re spending with my parents.” Nancy resisted the urge to bite out a snarky did I ask? and instead nodded pleasantly.

“Maybe I’ll see you in the city, then,” Nancy said. Yeah, she’d rather cut out her tongue than have to spend five more minutes in their lovesick presence. 

“We should go out to dinner while we’re all here,” Jonathan suggested. She could’ve choked him out with her bare hands - right there in the middle of the grocery store. What had she done to deserve this strange and unusual punishment? 

Nancy swallowed tightly as Bianca said something in agreement. She imagined what that might look like: third-wheeling her ex-boyfriend and his new, perfect fiancee in her hometown. What a hellish experience.

So you can’t blame her for what she said next. It would be like blaming a deer for getting itself hit by a car, or a bird for crashing into a window - a better solution required too much forethought for Nancy to handle. She rushed forward with the only thing she could think of, regretting the words even as they were coming out of her mouth.

“I’ll have to see when my girlfriend’s free.” Jonathan’s face stayed politely neutral. Bianca’s eyebrows went up into her bangs, but to her credit she looked more distantly delighted than disgusted.

“Sure!” Bianca was quick to reassure, the tone half of people tended to whenever Nancy came out. As if she truly cared about Bianca’s opinion of who she did and did not have sex with. “Sure, yeah. Let’s set a tentative Thursday date, hm? And you can ask her about it and then phone up the Byers’ place - we’re staying in their guest room.”

“Who’s your girlfriend, Nance?” Jonathan asked. He just didn’t know when to quit, did he? She couldn’t help but grit her teeth together, the smile becoming more a snarl every second that passed.

“You do, actually.” She racked her brain for potential women: considering, just for a moment, how funny it would be to bring El to the sham of a double date. But the only girl Nancy could really consider (or, though she didn’t admit this to herself, the only girl she wanted to consider) was Robin.

Robin, who was as much as Nancy’s other half as she’d been that final summer before everything ended. Her freshman roommate had gotten absolutely sick of Nancy writing pages of letter early into the night, shipped off first to Indiana and then, when Robin moved overseas for a few years, to Paris. This past summer Nancy had flown out to visit her. They’d shared a bed for the first time since August 1987, legs tangled together and words carefully unspoken. Those early mornings by the Seine, so close and yet so far, kept her up at night more often than not. They hadn’t really spoken much since that summer, too busy to reach out…

Still, if Nancy could recruit anybody to play pretend, it would be Robin. 

“It’s Robin,” Nancy said, effectively sealing the deal. Jonathan clapped her on the shoulder, an action that sent her nearly leaping across the aisle. 

“I should’ve guessed,” Jonathan said. “You guys have been dancing around each other for years.” Nancy recovered from her shock at his casual touch to frown at that particular comment. What the hell did he mean by that? 

“Yeah,” She said aloud, because what else was there to say? Inside, however, her mind was on the verge of exploding. The fiancee was plenty to distress about, but now - apparently  - Jonathan thought she and Robin had something. Something actually palpable. So real even he could see it with his aforementioned emotional immaturity. She decided to shake it off. Jonathan Byers was a fool. He always had been, even in his best moments. Nancy just continued to smile, pretending to pay attention and instead deliberating on how she’d be breaking the news to Robin. Because Robin needed to agree. How embarrassing would that be if she didn’t?

“What are you doing on Thursday?” 

“I’ll have to check my calendar - I’ve got a long going on. A lot of friends that I definitely have.”

“My apologizes to the big Hollywood writer.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Robin’s grin was audible and it made Nancy’s stomach twist itself into a permanent knot. “What’d you have in mind?”

“I’m gonna ask you for a big favor,” Nancy began, unsure where to start otherwise. 

“If it involves the Upside-Down, it’s a no-go.” Nancy laughed despite herself. It felt like Robin was always getting her to do that.

“It’s worse. It’s dinner with Jonathan and his fiancee.” Best to rip the bandaid off. Silence on the other line.

And then Robin burst into laughter so loud it cut out halfway through. Nancy bit back a sigh and leaned against her peeling kitchen wall, shutting her eyes as if Robin were right in front of her instead of on the opposite end of town, mooching off her own parents.

“How the hell did you swing that?”

“I ran into them at the grocery store.”

“You poor thing.”

“So you’ll do it?” Nancy asked, taking on a hopeful tone. Robin hummed a vague affirmative. “Because, uh. There’s another element to it.”

“You’re changing the rules after I already agreed?”

“I told them you were my girlfriend.” Another bout of silence, this one not nearly as pleasurable. Nancy had stunned Robin so much she couldn’t speak - it was highly uncharacteristic and deeply uncomfortable.

“Why?” Robin sounded almost hurt. Nancy’s heart dropped to the soles of her shoes. 

She knew it was silly to even consider a relationship with Robin in the first place. Not like she’d ever go after it - their friendship was too important, too necessary to breathe for Nancy to push. There had been some moments over the past few years, especially those brief pauses in Paris where Robin would turn and there’d be something on her face that made Nancy kickstart her heart. But she knew, really, it was in her head. And the implication that Robin, a constellation in the sky to Nancy’s shitty little telescope, would date her was not something Robin probably enjoyed.

“I freaked out,” Nancy admitted. “They were just so perfect, standing there buying soup together and smiling like freaks and wearing matching rings. I couldn’t take it.”

“It’s okay,” Robin said. The humor had returned to her voice. Maybe Nancy’d imagined the hurt. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“It’s so weird that you can drive now,” Nancy commented, laughing to release the iron fist around her heart. She could Robin’s responding giggle on the other line.

“Bye, Nance.”

“Bye,” Nancy murmured, standing there like a complete fool even after the only other voice on the phone was the dial tone, hands gripping the receiver like a lifeline. 

*

Thursday rolled around much faster than Nancy hoped it would. It felt like a death sentence looming over the first half of the week. She nearly sliced her finger clean off while cutting up an apple on Wednesday; she’d been too busy considering all the harrowing possibilities of how Robin would react to Nancy dropping down on one knee and proposing.

Either she was insane or Jonathan was right. She wasn’t sure which was worse. It felt terrible, getting hope from her ex-boyfriend. You guys have been dancing around each other for years. Was he right? Had they been? Was it obvious? More importantly: was it reciprocated?

Ugh. What a complete mess. Nancy flopped down into her father’s laz-e-boy, vacant for the first time since she’d been home, and tried to resist the urge to run away. The kitchen clock, a clunky little thing from the nearby Kmart, clicked with reckless abandon. 

“Shut up,” Nancy said to the huge and absolutely absurd fish tank her mother had installed beside the couch her sophomore year of college. “I know.” The goldfish gurgled something. Probably an insult. 

The doorbell rang out through the empty house like the slice of a guillotine. 

“Nancy?” Robin’s voice came muffled through the front door.

“Coming!” Nancy shouted in affirmative. She smoothed out the bottom of her skirt, shooting a quick glance over at the circular mirror in the foyer before swinging open the door with much more force than necessary.

There was both a pro and a con to Robin on her doorstep. Pro: Robin had dressed relatively formal, which was out-of-character for her. After a vague mention of Robin’s residency in Paris sent Bianca into a gushing spiral over French food, they’d decided on the only French restaurant in Hawkins; fairly fancy decor and subtle black tie included. Con: Robin looked absolutely breathtaking in pressed dress pants and a tight white shirt. Her slender body, all long and rigid limbs, seemed elegant in that outfit. She looked absolutely perfect and Nancy was going to die.

“We need to debrief,” Robin commanded, forgoing a hello and instead offering her elbow to Nancy with a familiar grin. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion - but took her arm nonetheless. 

“Debrief on what?” She locked the door behind her, allowed to be on the stoop for a mere five seconds before Robin was yanking the both of them as some two-headed monster. She tripped on the last step in the sidewalk and nearly went face first down on the cement. “Jesus, I’m wearing heels!”

“I realized on the drive over that we’ve got no proper story,” Robin started to explain. She was a speedracer in both speech and talk. Nancy had to jog to keep up, not wanting to go ragdoll in her arms. “How’d we get together? How long have we been dating? Are we gonna live together? Who takes out the trash? Who pays for the food? Are we going to buy a dog or a cat?”

“Do you seriously think Bianca’s gonna care if we’re cat people?” Nancy asked incredulously. Robin all but yanked open the passenger door, nearly wrenching it off the side of her shitty little Beetle. 

“These are important questions!” Robin snapped, rounding the hood of the car to hop into the driver seat. She started the car before Nancy had gotten both feet inside.

“Slow down, Rob,” Nancy admonished softly, reaching out a hand to cover up the gear shift before Robin could yank it and probably send them careening into her neighbor’s driveway. Robin looked up feverishly. Her face was a stark, intense pink. The sudden eye contact knocked all breath from Nancy’s lungs. She moved her hand over and up to caress Robin’s wrist comfortingly. “It’s okay. It’s Jon. Not that hard to impress.”

“I thought you wanted to prove you’ve got yourself together,” Robin pressed, eyebrows knitted. Nancy had no proper reply, because she did. She desperately did. She also (mainly) wanted to pretend, for a night, that Robin would even consider being her girlfriend. 

“You don’t need to kill yourself to do that,” Nancy said, half a joke and half serious. Robin glanced down at their connected skin, eyes unreadable. She laughed breathlessly and released Robin’s wrist, realizing too late she’d been caressing it for longer than necessary. For a moment it looked like Robin’s face had fallen - but maybe it was a trick of the light. She turned the key silently. As they were backing out of the driveway, Robin let out a heavy breath - it sounded like she’d been holding it for eons.

“We started dating in Paris,” Robin decided. “We’re moving to New York together.”

“Studio or one bedroom apartment?” Nancy asked. Robin hummed. 

“Studio, I like enclosed spaces,” She decided. Nancy nodded.

“One cat,” They said in unison, grinning goofily at each other in encouragement.

“It’s hairless,” Robin added.

“No way, those are expensive!” Nancy gasped.

“We’re together enough to afford a hairless cat,” Robin argued. “You the journalist and me the famous, wealthy poet.”

“Wealthy and poet don’t normally go together,” Nancy retorted.

“I’m a different breed,” Robin shrugged. “It’s a left here, right?” Nancy nodded. She flicked on her clicker absently.

“We switch off cooking dinner,” Nancy suggested.

“We have taco nights,” Robin added. “You cook the meat, I’m no good with that.”

“We share sweaters.”

“You wouldn’t fit in mine, they’re too big.”

“You’re not that much taller than me. I like big clothes, anyway.” Robin glanced over at Nancy in the passenger seat. Her face was lit up by the headlights of the car facing them. She looked positively angelic as she laughed. Nancy realized, not for the first time in her life, that she wanted to spend the rest of her life making Robin laugh like that.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Nancy had to physically hold down her mouth to keep her teeth from chattering together. For no reason in particular, Hawkins Main was much chillier than her empty col-de-sac. She was shivering before they even really stepped out of the car.

“I can see them inside,” Robin said, taking Nancy up by the elbow again and pulling her along on the sidewalk. “God, you’re freezing.”

“It’s just the early stage of hypothermia, it’ll be fine,” Nancy said. They stopped about five feet from the doorway of the restaurant. Through the foggy windows of the front she could see the black curls of Bianca and Jonathan’s mousy brown towards the back. She bet she’d have a six pack by the night of the night, judging by the way she was clenching her muscles just at the thought of conversation.

A heavy weight suddenly on her shoulders caused her to break her absent staring contest. She glanced back at Robin, who was now only in her sweater, floral white shirt, and dress pants.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Nancy said. Robin shrugged and shoved her hands into her pockets idly. She kicked at the dust on the sidewalk.

“I wanted to,” She said simply. “Wanna go in?” Nancy pulled the coat closer to her chest and, as they stepped through the tiny doorway into the restaurant, hid her blush behind a puffy sleeve.

“Nancy!” Bianca called out just as soon as they’d stepped in, as if she had some sort of radar beacon set to go off whenever Nancy entered her general vicinity. Nancy gritted her teeth and waved back. They maneuvered their way past the relatively crowded front to their tiny table in the back. Nancy sat across from Jon, Bianca from Robin. She laid the coat on the back of her chair as if it were something priceless.

“It’s cold out tonight, right?” Robin said amicably, rubbing her hands together. Under the table, the side of her flat knocked into Nancy’s heel. With her long legs she often had a difficult time finding room underneath tables. “I’m Robin, by the way.”

“Bianca,” Bianca waved. Her engagement ring glinted in the dim lighting. “And yes. It’s horrible. I grew up in California, I’m not made for this.”

“It’ll be worse on the East coast,” Nancy promised, not necessarily rude but not particularly nice. “I remember weeks like this at Emerson.” Robin’s foot knocked hers again. Nancy knocked back.

“I’m so excited to move to the city, though,” Bianca gushed. “I love New York. All the lights and the people.”

“You gotta walk fast,” Robin laughed. “But we’ll get used to it.” She covered Nancy’s foot with her own. 

“Are you moving with Nance in January?” Jonathan spoke up for the first time that evening, gesturing between the two of them. To Nancy’s extreme disappointment, he hardly looked bothered. In fact, he looked pleased. Happy for her, even. She couldn’t stand it.

“Yes!” Robin smiled at Nancy. She reached over to squeeze Nancy’s open palm, which was spread out on the tablecloth and waiting for her. Though she’d been anticipating it, the touch still left her heartbeat spiking. “I’m a writer, so I can really live anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t want to go anywhere without her,” Nancy replied, voice sickly sweet but words painfully true. Bianca smiled big and bright at her. She was beautiful and it hurt. She ached over it.

“Oh, sorry - here’s the menu,” She said suddenly, passing a menu over to Robin and Nancy’s connected hands. “Completely forgot!”

“It’s fine,” Robin promised. As Nancy held the menu up in front of their hands, neither dropped the handhold; even though nobody important was paying attention. “Escargot?”

“Soup,” Nancy corrected. “I’m cold.”

“We order both and share,” Robin suggested. “Just like we did in Paris.”

“I miss those mornings,” Nancy grinned distantly, eyes faraway and back in a place where she’d been desperately happy. “Breaking off baguette pieces.”

“A hearty breakfast,” Robin agreed. “Une pain.” Her French accent was heavy and exaggerated and, as it always did, made Nancy laugh.

The waiter came by then, some well-dressed teenager who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. It reminded Nancy of Robin and Steve at the video store, dull-eyed and joking, doing everything possible to never actually do their jobs.

“I’ll get the duck,” Bianca said sweetly. Jonathan gave the waiter an awkward, tight-lipped smiling in greeting.

“The rib-eye for me.”

“We’ll have the onion soup and the escargot,” Nancy ordered for the both of them, passing the menu back to the silent waiter. He nodded and removed himself swiftly.

“You order for her?” Bianca asked with an eyebrow raised, though her tone was teasing.

“We always end up eating each other’s food anyway,” Robin explained with a shrug. “So - Bianca - what do you do for work?” As she and Bianca launched into an in-depth conversation on the pros and cons of elementary teaching, Nancy sat back in her chair and realized just how easy this was. Pretending to be a couple felt like second nature; almost unspoken, in a way. She supposed they’d already crossed most of the lines.

Sharing food and clothing and holding hands. Vacationing together. Something began to dawn on Nancy that she’d never considered before. Robin caught her eye over the entrees a half hour later, in the middle of laughing over some stupid joke Jon had just told. It clicked. Nancy laughed back.

Outside the restaurant, the four gave their goodbyes. Nancy would no doubt be seeing the couple over for Thanksgiving anyway, but she still found herself getting Bianca a friendly hug before she left. The girl had grown on her - and anyway, a night with Robin would have her shaking the hand of terrorists.

As Robin fished through Nancy’s - her’s, technically - coat pocket to find her keys, Jon tapped Nancy’s upper arm to get her attention. It was one she had never seen before. Perhaps it was new. Perhaps he’d learned it from Bianca.

“You guys seem really happy,” He said. Nancy, suddenly, felt cold water pricking the corners of her eyes. It was overwhelming how much she wanted this. She wanted Robin, like this, forever. It hurt to recognize. Jon squeezed her arm one more time and stepped back.

“So do you,” Nancy choked out. 

“Nance! Ready to go?” Robin asked. She’d moved away as she and Jon had begun to speak, patting Bianca on the back with a promise of going out for coffee once both couples had settled into the city. Nancy wiped at her eyes with the back of her sweater. Jonathan, to his credit, pretended not to notice.

“Sure,” She said. The play was over.

Back inside Robin’s car, the silence was overbearing. Robin turned the key slowly. All the fervor from the drive over was drained out of her. Nancy watched Bianca tuck herself into Jonathan’s side as they walked down the sidewalk together. Unbeknownst to her, Robin watched Nancy. 

“What’d he say to you?” Robin asked quietly.

“Nothing,” Nancy said. Robin tsked in the back of her throat, shaking her head.

“Clearly he said something wrong, you’re crying,” She murmured. As Nancy looked down toward her tangled hands in her lap, Robin reached over with a soft finger to wipe underneath her eye.

“It’s fine,” Nancy muttered.

“Tell me.” Robin’s voice was soft but firm, as she tended to be. And Nancy could never refuse anything Robin told her to do.

“He said he was glad I was happy,” Nancy admitted. She lifted her head but not her eyes, focusing only on the center dash controls instead of Robin’s eyes. If she looked up, it’d be over.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Robin said. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For him to think you’re doing well?”

“I wish I was actually doing well, Rob,” Nancy replied bitterly.

“Who says you’re not?” Robin retorted. “You don’t have to follow the normal line of college-marriage-kids to be happy. You know you’d never be satisfied with that. It’s not your fault.”

“That’s not the issue,” Nancy all but groaned, flopping her head back onto the carseat and screwing her eyes shut. 

“Tell me, then.”

“I wish it were real.” The words came out nearly unintelligible. Rushed. Nancy desperately hoped Robin could not decipher it.

“You wish…what, the date?” Robin asked.

“This,” Nancy explained harshly, gesturing in between the two of them. She mustered enough courage to look up at Robin. She was staring at Nancy. Her face was slack. It was difficult to read her expression through the darkness of the parking lot, shrouded halfway by darkness. 

“Us?” Robin’s voice was carefully quiet. 

“I want the apartment and the cat and the stupid baguettes,” Nancy said, embarassed to find she was already on the verge of tears once again. It was just - all these feelings suddenly erupting to the surface, all with the name ROBIN BUCKLEY written across. In bright, unavoidable ink. It was a death sentence, loving her so much. “I want you. I want to be happy with you in every sense of the word. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Robin asked. Nancy stared at her incredulously as Robin began to grin. It was slow but definitely there, a soft rising sun on the bottom half of her face.

“Why am I-” Nancy scoffed, shaking her head and turning to look resolutely out the window. Bianca and Jonathan had disappeared, the sidewalk blissfully empty. “Because I just destroyed our friendship. Because I wanted to make Jonathan Byers jealous. Jonathan Byers. I haven’t cared about his opinion of me in years!”

“I, for one, had a great time making Jonathan Byers jealous,” Robin said. Nancy could hear the grin in her voice. “You shouldn’t apologize, Nance, because I - I’m on the same page.”

And then, and then - blissfully, thankfully, like a dream - Robin’s hand appeared in Nancy’s peripheral vision to grab onto her chin and yank her head the opposite direction. Nancy had barely enough time to part her mouth in an unspoken question before Robin was kissing her fiercely. Her lips were pleasantly dry, thoroughly bitten through by an anxious mouth. Nancy liked the way Robin’s fingers gripped her chin and cheek, pulling her close and closer still to get better access to her mouth. 

They pulled apart after a fierce conversation with only tongue and lip, so aggressive Robin’s pants came out in visible bursts of air. Nancy could feel her breath hit the tip of her nose, they were that close.

“Don’t apologize,” Robin repeated breathlessly.

“Okay,” Nancy agreed, equally as out of breath. “Sure.”

“He deserved a little payback anyway,” Robin said. Nancy blinked. She’d forgotten a world existed outside of Robin Buckley’s mouth.

“Who?”

“Jonathan,” Robin said, as if Nancy should’ve realized. “For making me jealous everyday of senior year.”

“Seriously?”

“Who doesn’t want to share baguettes with Nancy Wheeler?” Robin replied incredulously. Nancy kissed her again, because words were useless when it came to matters of love like this. Robin didn’t seem to mind.

[thetrailthestarsblaze]

I’m very very sick and want some soup so here’s what I think some wc characters would be as soup

Goldenflower is loaded baked potato soup specifically made by the person you love most- (love is the true ingredient) I think Fireheart would be like tomato soup! Graystripe is Minestrone soup (decent enough soup for me but not a fav).

Ravenflight is chicken noodle soup with fresh chicken!! Whitestorm is Italian Wedding Soup bc I love him and idk i think white/wedding is lowkey fitting

Oakheart is new england clam chowder (I dont like it but lots of people do so fair!)

Crookedstar/Stormstar is Pho bc he is my beloved

Tallstar is Miso Soup! Barkface is Matzo ball soup!

Runningnose is chicken and dumpling soup

Dustpelt is bread soup and Sandstorm is split pea soup

Redtail is a lentil soup and Runningnose is leek soup

Smokefang/Yellowfang is Borscht

Willowbreeze is some sort of seafood bisque I’d go with lobster 

Featherstorm is cabbage soup and Mudclaw/Murklake is cream of mushroom soup

Lionblaze is Butternut squash soup

Barley is Beef and Barley soup (duh), but specifically freshly made

Leafpool is French Onion Soup and Squirrelflight is beef stew with the thick cut chunks

Brightheart is Chicken Tortilla soup and Brackenfur is Chicken and Rice soup!

Berrynose is corn chowder (bc I hate both)

Brindleface is Wonton soup and Frostfur is Egg drop soup

Cinderpelt is Ramen (chicken specifically) 

Whitewing is Broccoli Cheddar soup

Jayfeather/Jayflight is Watercress Soup

Hollyleaf is any kind of sweet and sour soup

Spottedleaf is wine soup

Quince was Turkey soup and Nutmeg is vegetable soup

Cloudtail is pickle soup

Rowanberry is Goulash while Nutwhisker is carrot soup