Ichigo wasn't much of a cook. It had always been one of his sisters who seemed to take the task upon them. He knew how to make breakfast however, enough not to burn the eggs or the bacon. The eggs were sizzling and he was going to have more than one stain on his t-shirt, but the food would be worth it. He might even be convinced to share if anyone
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The best part was the smell of coffee on the weekends.
Anemone stuck her head around the door warily, her box of Sugar Bombs clutched tightly. "Hey, private party, or can anyone join in?"
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"You know, that's not fair. I have no idea if you're kidding or not," Ichigo remarked, frowning a little.
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"Hey, you're Kurosaki, right?" she asked, starting to toss things on the counter. "From my ec class? I'm Anemone."
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"I am," he replied sheepishly. "Sorry, I was distracted by the apron the teacher was wearing."
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Hmm...wonder what dried cranberry and chocolate chip pancakes were like. Grinning, she dumped both bags fully into the mix she was whipping up. "I refuse to wear an apron."
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She poured the batter into her frying pan, trying to coax it into funny shapes as it cooked. "Just wait. When dinosaurs wearing frilly aprons invade next week, I'm going to laugh if one of them takes a shine to Mr. Durden."
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