Much of the water in the kettle had been heated, already, and it didn’t take long to boil as we got our individual breakfasts together. I took it off the stove and began preparing Brian’s coffee and my tea. After a moment’s consideration, I began preparing bacon and eggs, and rummaging around for toast, bagels or english muffins. I’d use whatever I found first.
Or you could combine them!
…I doubt that’d be much good.
Tattletale, Bitch and three of the dogs came in through the front door.
Oh hey! I was just wondering where you were.
I didn’t miss how Brian turned to face the door, tendrils of darkness creeping through the gaps between his fingers and crawling up his arm.
At ease, soldier. They’re friendly.
Well, Lisa is, anyway.
It took him a second to relax. Tattletale threw me a package. I opened it and found a pair of glasses. I slid them on.
I like how she just throws the glasses. I mean, to be fair, they might’ve been well protected in the package, but still. 😛
Leaving the food cooking on the stove, I brought Brian his coffee. Maybe some normalcy would help.
“Morning,” I said.
Honestly, I too quite appreciate it.
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