Hey kid

>"Hey kid, wanna soup sandwich?
>Looking up from the Lincoln Logs fort and miscellaneous tiny cabins you've made in the living room you give her an blank stare
"Dash, that's stupid. It's just an expression."
>"No way dude, it"ll be awesome! It's like, the best lunch combo ever but all at once."
>Shaking your head you go back to work on injun proofing the miniature fort walls.
"Naww, I'll just have some cheese and crackers or somthinghhh! Dude what the hay?!"
>Suddenly you're lifted up underarm by Dash as she hovers you above the carpet. "Your folks put me in charge of you this week while they're on vacay short round and were making soup sammiches. aight?"
>Shifting you into a hug with her left foreleg she noogies you playfully. "I saiiid, alllright?!"
"Aw geeze Dash c'mon! Thi-"
>The growl of your stomach betrays your protesting.
"Ugh, fine."
>"Coolbeans." With a flap she spins the two of you around and flutters the two of you over the couch and into the kitchen.
>Looking back to the fort you only hope the defences added at the last second can keep the settlers safe from the ravages of the buffalo hoards. May Celestia help them.
>Plopping you down on a stool at the kitchen counter she turns to the double doors of the fridge and settles to the ground.
>Standing on her back legs she shoots you a look. "Now, watch a master at work sport!" With a flourish she slams the doors open
>With a somewhat disconcerting amount of dexterity her wings rifle through the fridge, flinging ingredients into a precarious stack in her forelegs. With a spin she kicks the doors closed and slides down the counter laying the condiments and wotnot in a single line on the counter.
>With a twirl she reaches down to spin open the lazy susan in the corner of the counter and hoofs out a can of Camptown's vegitable soup before slamming it down next the row of foodstuffs before turning to you with an overly dramatic bow.
>She rolls her eyes at your halfhearted golf clap.
>Clicking on the stovetop burner she sets a pan and empties the soup can contents into it. Adding only a half can of water to preserve the flavor. Stirring it she turns to you.
>So squirt, what'chu want on your sammich?" Setting aside the spoon she opens the twist tie on the the Million Bit brand bread before laying out some slices for the two of you.
"Peanut butter and jelly, hold the soup."
>"What an odd way to say the Dashie Special." Tossing slices in the toaster and setting it to stun she proceeds to slice tomatoes, onions and a few lettuce leaves before setting them aside and stirring the gently bubbling soup before turning off the burner.
>With a sproing the lightly browned bread pops out of the toaster. Taking them up she spreads a small amount of mayo on each followed with some brown mustard.
>Watching now with some real interest you sit up higher to see better, your stomach chimes in again in a growl.
>Layering each piece she starts with lettuce, then the tomatoes and onion. Adding an extra squirt of mustard on top before adding slices of cheddar. With yours she adds a few slices of ham with only a minor grimace before add some hay bacon to her sandwich.
>Carrying the plates next to the stove she stirs the still steaming soup before ladiling just enough to cover the cheese before placing the halves of sandwich together, melting said cheese.
>Popping open the bag of cheddar and sour cream chips she shakes out some onto the plates followed with a slice of dill pickle on the side.
>Scooping the plates up in her wings she turns and places them down as she takes a seat next to you at the counter and pops the tops on a couple soda cans.
Giving your hair a friendly tussling she picks up her sandwich in the other hoof, "See, told ya I could make them." Taking a large bite she lets out a satisfied moan as she chews. "Mmph, das gudd mmph."
>Taking a bite of your own you can't help but agree with a muffled reply of your own as the two of you enjoy your lunches and each other's company.