"I wonder what she is doing down there...?"

With eyes cast to the main door that led outside of the Mystery Inc kitchen, Daphne shook her head after a few seconds at the thoughts that stirred in her head at her own question. Instead, she then turned her attention at the few remaining chips that littered her lunch plate in front of her. They had been accompanied by a sandwich, but it had long been taken care of by the red head. And thankfully, only a few bites had been lost to the skilled and sneaky paws of Scooby Doo. Mostly able to enjoy the lunch that the gang were having together, abet missing one certain bespectacled brunette.

"I dunno, I was wondering that myself." Fred replied; though instead of looking at the door that would lead eventually to the stairs that went to the basement, he turned his eyes to peer at the wooden flooring at his feet. As if it would let him see past all the house in between and peek in on her while she worked to tell what she was up too.

"Could be anything from a personal letter to something that goes boom! It's been..."

Thinking about it, Fred tried to recall how many days it had been since the smoke detectors last went off down there. While it was far less often then say; Scooby getting distracted and searing the edge of something a bit too crispy and setting off the fire alarms in the kitchen... It did happen on occasion due to experimentation of the younger scientist and whatever she might be working on.

"She is just saving the world." Shaggy stated confidently as he was cleaning up his own dishes before starting to work on something else. Taking out the bread again and started to place it one of the cleaned dishes nearby. Signaling Scooby to grab some nearby chips as well, motioning them to be brought over to where he was setting up. Hopefully only losing a few in the time it took the Dane to reach him.

"Jeepers! Are you two still, hungry?!" Daphne said with a snort, tossing a hand his way. "You ONLY just went through four sandwiches, two bags of chips, a handful of cookies, a bowl of soup and a salad to round it all out. Ignoring the fact that you guys were just munching on something before lunch. I know you guys can be bottomless pits, but yeesh!"

She was used to it… really, she was. But some days it amazed her the amount that they could really down, and yet still didn't gain an ounce. And while she never really had to deal with her own weight due to being active enough, she had gotten more than her fill from her aging mother who wasn't doing as well as she was. Though that woman loved to complain about anything. Sometimes tending to make it sound far more dramatic than it really was. Just her way of connecting to her daughter, Daphne figured. Not like they didn't talk almost every day, unless on a mystery.

"Actually, this is for Velma." Chirped Shaggy, putting together a small sandwich to bring down to the hard worker. Not even bothered by Daphne's griping. But instead was focused on the missing gang member and getting her much-needed sustenance. She hadn't 'come up for air' in a long time, so he bet that she was ignoring the fact that she HAD to be hungry by now. And no matter how important or lifesaving that project was, she had to make sure she took care of herself as well. And so, getting some fuel to power the Velma machine, was a good thing.

"Oh, that is a really nice idea Shaggster!"

Walking over with his own plates to put in the nearby sink, Fred clapped Shaggy on the shoulder and complimented the guy on his thoughtful gesture. Gripping his shoulder and giving enough of a positive shake to rattle the chips upon the plate. Shaggy was always the best at that, keeping track of how they were and moving in when it was needed. Maybe it's all the time he spent with Scooby that he was more attuned, or they just kinda worked in tandem like normal to keep tabs on how everyone was feeling. Making sure to step in and do something just in the nick of time to save their sanity, or in this case... Stomach.

"Aw, ok. Sorry for earlier. That is really nice thought."

Daphne felt bad for accusing them now. Not that it was out of the realm of possibility that he would make another sandwich, but this was a far better use of the meal. Velma probably hadn't eaten in ages, knowing her best friend. It wasn't uncommon for them to force feed her meals when she was being stubborn and working on something without moving from her work space. Though she had mellowed out over the years of persistent feedings, more likely to just reach for the food without a second thought when it was provided within reach. Compared to her older grumblings for being disturbed and interrupting her thought process to offer food.

((Note from Toki: Make sure for self-care guys! Eating is good. And also make sure you drink enough water! *had to stop to eat herself after waking up and just working on Scooby fics before eating some breakfast.* Num num peanut butter on toast with apples. Mmmm. And now back to our regularly schedule Scooby!))

Wandering over, Daphne leaned over to see what Shaggy was making for Velma. It seemed like a normal ham sandwich, between two pieces of plain wheat bread slices. Next to it was a small pile of chips that Scooby had nabbed from the nearby bag. Only eating a few as he had added most of the plate for her. While the chips weren't Velma's favorite flavor in the world, she would eat it. Especially if she was on automatic.

...But it was missing something.

"What about adding some crunch to it!" Daphne offered, making a move to the nearby small fridge. Opening up the trio's own normal sized fridge that had been set aside for them. (Compared to Shaggy and Scooby's extra-large fridge.) Nosing about the various shelves and drawers, Daphne finally found what she was looking for. Unwrapping the package, she fished out two rather crisp looking pieces of lettuce. Making a clear snapping sound as she broke it off of the head of lettuce she had plucked it from. Making sure to wrap it up once she was done adding it to the Velma sandwich.

"Well, if you are adding lettuce, why not also add some cheese?" Fred offered once he had seen what Daphne had contributed. Looking through the deli drawer they had assigned in the refrigerator that tended to have the packaged sandwich meats and bags of sliced cheeses in the same drawer. The hardest part, was to decide on the right flavor to accent what Shaggy already had going, plus what Daphne added.

"Hm, you are the master of Cuisine. What do you think would work better?" Bringing over the few bundles of cheeses, Fred knew what he personally liked. But wasn't sure what Velma might prefer, and what might compliment the sandwich. He would leave that more to Shaggy and Scooby. They also would know what Velma enjoyed better than he did. Since they would be observant like that and know which types she would like along with what would work with the meal.

They didn't have a popular food blog, for nothing!

"Hmmmmm..."

"Hrmmmmmm..."

Adopting the same pose, both Shaggy and Scooby looked over the small pile of cheeses. While it wasn't as ornate as their cheese selection, (which they also could break into if they needed) it was enough to have some variety to choose from.

Pushing a few away, either being too strong or not complimentary to the sandwich that was being made, Shaggy only really had a few options to go with before he had to get elaborate. So, he just picked something on the more milder side for ease of her eating. Adding a few slices of Colby Jack to the mix, with its marble coloring adding a nice visual punch to the rest of the sandwich. Mozzarella was far too bland, though yummy. And things like Parmesan and Asiago could be a bit too much of a bite, if she wasn't expecting it. Something in the middle of the road should work, though a cream cheese might have been a nice compliment as well.

"Well, maybe you should add some carrots to the mix. Don't we have some? She could use all the vision strengthening help she can get." Daphne offered, peeking into the nearby fridge and taking a jab at Velma at the same time. While the woman had such thick glasses, she didn't help it reading so much in low lighting. She sure could use a boost if she could get it. Plus, it was a tasty addition to the sandwich on top of being helpful for eyesight!

Pulling out a few of the carrots, Daphne stood for a moment before she noticed what Scooby was offering her. Looking the utensil over, she accepted the peeler Scooby had pulled out, and with his help started to clean them enough to be able to be cut into bite sized bits for Velma. Making sure to get them prepped and then cut down to little inch to two-inch strips for easy nabbing.

"Would a pickle be too much?" Fred suggested, pulling some of the bottles from the fridge as well. Though he didn't really jump to eat them, but he always ate them when Shaggy and Scooby put it into something. Making it delicious even when he didn't expect it to be.

"Well, like' Velma does like a tart pickle now and again... I think it would add too much to the sandwich as it is. But I think I have some bread pickles in the walk-in... Give me a sec."

Motioning for Fred to put them back, Shaggy crossed the kitchen for him to reach his pantry. Pulling the double doors open, the man disappeared for a bit... Clattering echoing from the depths as he clanked around and searched for the pickles he knew was hiding in there somewhere.

"Hey Scoob, will he be ok?" Fred asked, becoming a bit concerned that Shaggy was taking a bit longer then he thought to find what he was looking for. And the small sounds of struggle that came from within as Shaggy searched.

"Rah, r'its r'ok!" Tilting his head to one side, the Dane took in the sounds and made a mental map of the light clamor and figured where he was searching. Knowing that he should be close, Scooby wasn't worried. Turning his focus back to the carrot sticks he was cutting up with Daphne, he replied to Fred.

"Ras r'ong as Raggy rosen't..."

As Scooby was about to finish saying something, there was a huge crash as something happened inside of the storage room! But before Fred or Daphne could jump and help, Shaggy came sliding out of the walk-in with the pickles in hand and riding out on his Radio Flyer. Apparently being too close to the little red wagon as he stretched to reach the pickle container and slip landed on the nearby cart with a great noise and went rolling out into the kitchen. (Which was what Scooby had about to mention to Fred.)

"Wheeeeeee... found it!" Called Shaggy from the cart as it crossed the room, making a bee-line for the counter on the other side of the room. Leaning up as the rolling transport crashed on the other side of the kitchen, Shaggy braced for impact as he came to the sudden stop. But the pickles were safe! Having to roll himself off of the low lip of the wagon, so he could scrambled to his feet and resume sandwich making.

Though, he would feel that tomorrow!

"Are you ok Shaggy?" Daphne fussed as soon as he got near, fluttering around him to check for any damage or bleeding that they would need to see too, before they could even think about finishing the meal. Making sure to check him all over in case it was something in an odd spot, after taking such a tumble.

"Like' Thanks Daph, but I am ok." Grinning over at her, he had done far worse on mysteries they he could possibly do to himself at home. So, he wasn't that worried. Also, Scooby didn't start whining or even get distracted from his carrot cutting by the collision. He was probably fine if his buddy didn't even bat an eye.

Plus, that was kinda fun!

Popping the top off, Shaggy selected the best of the bunch. Adding the pickle, they all looked over their creation together. It seemed as perfect as they were going to get it, unless they were going to just get lost fiddling with it. It was time to just take a step back and call it good. They didn't need to create a master piece to feed their missing gang member, it just had to be edible and have enough in there to sustain the genius at work.

Though it was almost perfect! But getting it there would mean that Scooby would have to break out the pots and pans. All the grilling, searing and other taste locking techniques that one could do to a sandwich to make it a complete dish.

And while the Dane would do it, the time it would take would be even one more second that Velma might be starving down there! Scooby wasn't going to put his personal pride on the line just to make a dish perfect if one of his people was hungry. They delayed enough time as it was! She might be wasting away down there!

"Alright, I'll like' take this down to her." Shaggy scooped up the plate and started to move toward the kitchen door when Daphne cut in front of him. Standing between the lanky man and his delivery.

"Wait, why do you get to bring it to her?" Placing her hands at her hips, she huffed at Shaggy and figured that she had helped as well to make it, so she should have a say in who would be the one to bring the food to Velma. She was HER best friend after all. And she wanted to be the one to bring it to her.

Totally not wanting to bug her, or be mischievous in any way what so ever... Truly.

"But Shaggy was the one to come up with the idea." Fred pointed out, though he wouldn't mind bringing it to Velma either. A tiny bit curious at what was keeping her attention so long, and if it was something he could help out with.

"Yeah, well we helped as well. It wasn't just his idea, it was all of ours." Daphne defended her position, not wanting to budge. "So we all should have the right to bring it to her."

"Now now, it's fine. I don't have to bring this to her." Twisting his upper body, Shaggy offered the plate to be grabbed by Scooby as he turned back to the others. (probably not the best idea, but he needed his hands for this.) Placing a balled fist upon an open palm, he looked at Fred and Daphne to propose his solution.

"Rock paper scissor. Two out of three, wins like' fair and square. Sound good to you?"

"Sure!" Agreed Fred, pulling up to get his hands ready.

"Fine, but you two are going down." Lightly jeered Daphne, readying to smoke the pair and gain the right to bug Velma.

"And no silly Spock, Lizard rules either. Just classic." Daphne added just in case. Though she would have to be more careful around Velma with that rule, than the other two. But she wanted to put it out there just in case they were feeling extra nerdy today.

"You're on!" Starting to bob his hand, Shaggy started the usual phrase to start the game. Rocking his hand up and down to set the pacing for the others. So, they would be in sync at the final throw.

"Rock…"

"Paper…"

"Scissors… Shoot!"