Terry/Daphne Cuteness
Daphne woke up early. She always seemed to wake up early when she was in Paris. There was something about the city - the shopping, the fresh baked goods, the romance - something that London didn't offer. She always found herself up before everyone else, ready to start the day. Today was no different. Well, except that today there was somebody laying next to her.
Daphne had finally been able to whisk Terry away like she had been dying to for months. Finally they were really alone. After her parent's dinner party she had packed a bag and they floo-ed over to Daphne's flat in the city square. It was smaller than most of their properties, four large bedrooms and five baths with a terrace overlooking the city. In Daphne's mind, it was perfect.
After getting dressed, which mostly meant pulling on a pair of shorts and comfortable, flowy tank top, Daphne quietly took the elevator down to the lobby. She biked down the street to her favorite bakery and bought a box of her favorite muffins and croissants. She picked up a dozen eggs and fresh squeezed juice. On the ride back, Daphne enjoyed the scenery and energy of the city.
Back at home Daphne spread the fresh baked goods out on the table. She took a bottle of champagne out for mimosas before taking on the eggs. For a moment Daphne looked around, unsure of where the pans would be. Truthfully, she had never made breakfast, or anything, before. But she had seen it done plenty of times.
"Miss Daphne, perhaps I could assist you?" Pinky asked, making her way into the kitchen. The little elf rubbed her hands together nervously.
"I think I can handle it," Daphne assured her, "Don't you think Terry will be impressed?"
"Oh yes. Very impressed, miss." Then Pinky took a step back as Daphne cracked a few eggs and put the flame on. She took out some fresh cheese and spinach - hoping to make an omelet. But the eggs immediately began to stick to the pan - she had forgotten butter or oil. Then they quickly began to smoke and burn.
Daphne looked around for Pinky but as she did the smoke alarm began to buzz throughout the house. It was loud and persistent. Panicking, Daphne took a glass of water and splashed it on the eggs. Now they looked like a brown, drowned mess.
"Bloody hell," she sighed, watching Pinky open the windows to air out the kitchen. Hopefully the buzzing would stop quickly.
Daphne had finally been able to whisk Terry away like she had been dying to for months. Finally they were really alone. After her parent's dinner party she had packed a bag and they floo-ed over to Daphne's flat in the city square. It was smaller than most of their properties, four large bedrooms and five baths with a terrace overlooking the city. In Daphne's mind, it was perfect.
After getting dressed, which mostly meant pulling on a pair of shorts and comfortable, flowy tank top, Daphne quietly took the elevator down to the lobby. She biked down the street to her favorite bakery and bought a box of her favorite muffins and croissants. She picked up a dozen eggs and fresh squeezed juice. On the ride back, Daphne enjoyed the scenery and energy of the city.
Back at home Daphne spread the fresh baked goods out on the table. She took a bottle of champagne out for mimosas before taking on the eggs. For a moment Daphne looked around, unsure of where the pans would be. Truthfully, she had never made breakfast, or anything, before. But she had seen it done plenty of times.
"Miss Daphne, perhaps I could assist you?" Pinky asked, making her way into the kitchen. The little elf rubbed her hands together nervously.
"I think I can handle it," Daphne assured her, "Don't you think Terry will be impressed?"
"Oh yes. Very impressed, miss." Then Pinky took a step back as Daphne cracked a few eggs and put the flame on. She took out some fresh cheese and spinach - hoping to make an omelet. But the eggs immediately began to stick to the pan - she had forgotten butter or oil. Then they quickly began to smoke and burn.
Daphne looked around for Pinky but as she did the smoke alarm began to buzz throughout the house. It was loud and persistent. Panicking, Daphne took a glass of water and splashed it on the eggs. Now they looked like a brown, drowned mess.
"Bloody hell," she sighed, watching Pinky open the windows to air out the kitchen. Hopefully the buzzing would stop quickly.