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Breakfast, it was decided after an extended struggle of a morning - which started with trying to get Emmy into her pants and had just now come to a ceasefire with Emmy toddling around with a full glass of juice in her hands - was going to be a cold affair. Fruit, cereal, and whatever leftovers Eddie could scrounge out of the fridge. It wasn't that Eddie was unwilling to cook. It was that he could either attend to Emmy, or attend to something hot, but not both.
It was just one of those mornings.
"Emmy, don't run with that," said Eddie mildly as he started peeling himself an orange at the counter. After all, it was his breakfast too and this was the first moment he'd had to sit down.
"Emmy, I said don't run with that!"
Milk! Eddie remembered at the last moment that cold cereal was usually eaten with milk (well, unless you were eating it with your hands, but that was more of a snack than breakfast). He left his half-peeled orange on the countertop and ducked back into the fridge to grab the large pitcher of milk.
"Emmy, I said--!"
But it was too late; the front of the hard-won clothes that Emmy was currently wearing were completely covered in sticky juice.
[ ooc: your monday morning breakfast post. tag one, tag all. ]
It was just one of those mornings.
"Emmy, don't run with that," said Eddie mildly as he started peeling himself an orange at the counter. After all, it was his breakfast too and this was the first moment he'd had to sit down.
"Emmy, I said don't run with that!"
Milk! Eddie remembered at the last moment that cold cereal was usually eaten with milk (well, unless you were eating it with your hands, but that was more of a snack than breakfast). He left his half-peeled orange on the countertop and ducked back into the fridge to grab the large pitcher of milk.
"Emmy, I said--!"
But it was too late; the front of the hard-won clothes that Emmy was currently wearing were completely covered in sticky juice.
[ ooc: your monday morning breakfast post. tag one, tag all. ]