The Church and the Chatty.

"You can do magic," Cheerful Charlie from the church practically moaned in orgasmic delight. Why was this? He had been summoned by Chatty Cathy to be her assistant, and try her latest concoction.

These two were no Spring chickens. Absolutely not. Nothing to get too serious about these days. Longstanding pals, they sat in the back pew on Sunday, devoutly saying their prayers. They were doing a great job for their community all those years.

A few Sundays prior, their religious leader had been preaching to the converted and the choir. The message in his sermon had been focused on praying for the underprivileged in their own land, and all the impoverished around their beautiful planet.

Personally, Chatty Cathy was very grateful for her first world privileges. Being on the mild-mannered side of innovative, she decided to put her brain to better use. Chatty Cathy and Cheerful Charlie had been cooking up a pot of storm. They both believed that adequate food should be human right, not merely a privilege for the entitled.

After all, God did not make junk. Chatty Cathy prayed to the Holy Ghost on her royal telephone. In the quiet stillness of communing with her ghosts of the Christian church, an answer had been directed, as she firmly believed in ephemeral grace.

Chatty Cathy chose to be a positive manifest of kindness. Her love of her Lord was like a drug. She was used to being a platonic friend of Cheerful Charlie, her companion in Christianity.

So, in a large vat, Chatty Cathy had been exploring her own magical talents for creativity. At last, her invention was perfected. Ta-da! She landed it to Cheerful Charlie. "Suck on this!" She had coaxed him to taste he result of hours of stirring her steaming new contribution to the world.

"This" was a bright blue capsule. Chatty Cathy had created a nutrient capsule, full of pep and free contraception. It was an entire meal in one light, cost-effective and nourishing tablet. Her aim was to persuade her Church of the Good Shepherd to assist in preparing mass volumes, and market it to the entire population on Earth. It could be a new growth industry for her nation, increase export income.

Chatty Cathy was, indeed, descended from a long line of sweet women, including all her grandmas on both sides. They had all been great little cooks, always matching their shoes with their brooms. Believers one and all.

Chatty Cathy definitely held her own on believing in the value of metaphysics. "You can do magic!" Cheerful Charlie swallowed in delight. The reality of these prototypes on nutrient pep pills was that each one fulfilled a taste bud's inmost desires.

Cheerful Charlie's favorite type of meal tasted just like a tender steak, topped with seafood and garlic sauce, with a side order of French fries. Blissbombs! The aftertaste was of sticky date pudding made with toffee sauce, and the good vibes of custard. Plus a dollop of thick cream.

Replete, Cheerful Charlie suggested Chatty Cathy try her capsule. The taste test! Her nutrient pep pill contained her best meal ever. Roast lamb with gravy, crispy baked potatoes, light and fluffy on the inside. Melted in her mouth. Her dessert was apple pie with ice cream, just right! She closed her eyes, savoring success.

"Right, we need a vision board, must approach this with positive zen. We shall ignore negative yen." She told Cheerful Charlie. "And a vertical high rise center for large cooking vats. Save building on precious land space." Chatty Cathy kept going. "Plus the contraception on board will reduce the vast overpopulation of the earth. " Cheerful Charlie was very impressed.

"We can mass produce these capsules for export to all lands, regardless of conflicts and prejudice. No one shall ever be hungry again!" Chatty Cathy had always been a big dreamer, much like her Lord she contacted by praying, the ghost shaping the future.

"Let us not wallow in the past. We have to look forward, raise our expectations to the altar of the Lord." Cheerful Charlie was a pious chap.

"Realistically, of course," Chatty Cathy said, "Einstein's shade can never prove we cannot feed the world. You can be too religious, or not humanitarian enough."

"Or not religious enough, "Cheerful Charlie said. Under the pretext of behaving like normal,. she wandered back to her vat, and decanted her capsules. This was only batch One. The devout platonic couple did create their vision board, and kept right on cooking.

Cheerful Charlie convened with the gathered hierarchy of the leaders of their Church of the Good Shepherd, good chaps and chicks one and all. Wise counsel agreed to this grand plan. Yes, the church put their money where their mouth was.

Capsule creation was in. Vertical farms were acquired. Giant vats were installed, staff were hired. It was a simple recipe, after all. Soon Chatty Cathy was a sensation, as her church marketed and shipped her nutrient pep capsules.

It took a few mouths to achieve, but then the world was fed. Everyone could taste their stomach's desire. No one was hungry ever again. It is was like a miracle. Chatty Cathy thought she could be any happier than this. She was fulfilled. God's understanding of her great gifts of her notions and principles were no longer ephemeral.

Then, one day, Cheerful Charlie totally surprised Chatty Cathy. Across a coffee cup and a capsule for dinner, he somehow knelt on bended knee, producing his late mother's pearl and diamond engagement ring. He was such a fan of Chatty Cathy's, that he finally proposed.

He wanted to unite in holy wedlock. Chatty Cathy had not imagined this on her vision board. For once, she had nothing to say. She did not want to hurt Cheerful Charlie's feelings. She really did not know if squishy male bits would diminish her powers.

Was metaphysics the best solution? Or was this all another first world non-issue? "What's wrong with what we are doing now?" she asked Cheerful Charlie. "We should be friends, praying to be a grace to all."

"But you are," Cheerful Charlie sighed, "Okay, we shall approach this really slowly."

"Yes, that is the best idea. Marriage might spoil what we already have."

"Hold my hand, Chatty Cathy," Cheerful Charlie said.

"Oh, I shall turn on my heart light," she whispered, "Our future is a mystery, yet to be told."

His lips kissed her, he could not resist. After all those years. Sparks flew, like a tingle of their souls, jelling and merging.

"Can I keep on creating? " Chatty Cathy asked.

"Absolutely, I'm your fan. You'll never know how much I love you." Cheerful Charlie was feeling tender.

"Well, cheers for us, the chicks and chaps in church." Chatty Cathy always had the last word, very alliterative!