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[agirlnamedchuck]

The facts were these that when it came to comfort foods after days of binge eating in the name of holiday spirit there was something quite satisfactory about the art of fried egg-coated toast. It was not exactly a gourmet food nor an exact delicacy or science, but it tasted good and Charlotte Charles had long ago decided that it was fun to make.

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[stayastranger]

Morning was Sarah's time of day. She'd been up a while already, doing a quick check in the immediate vicinity of her house before jogging up the beach. With her hair still damp from a shower, she made her way toward the kitchen. The fare varied from day to day, and though it was always pretty good, some days were better than others. This looked like one of the good days. Having gathered some food for herself, she passed around someone with a quick "Pardon me," headed for the coffee. No matter who was cooking, that was always popular.

[agirlnamedchuck]

"Totally pardoned," Chuck said with a smile, pulling her legs up and out of the way while she waited for the next batch of toast to be ready to be taken off of the pan. "Not that I am in any position to be issuing pardons, but I can pretend. How are you Sarah?"

[stayastranger]

"Not bad," Sarah said, smiling back at Chuck as she poured herself a cup of coffee. It was the truth, which, this time, was a problem, as she recalled that she was supposed to have been dumped not that long before. "I've been better, but not bad. How about you? Breakfast looks delicious, by the way."

[agirlnamedchuck]

"Have you?" Chuck asked, a bit concerned because better indicated that there was something worse than normal even if she was not familiar with the level that normal was. "And thank you. I like to make Saturdays special."

[stayastranger]

"Well, this is definitely that," Sarah said. Finding a plate, she moved closer to get some French toast to accompany her coffee. "And yeah. But I'm sure I've been worse, too. And French toast is always helpful." She flashed Chuck a smile.