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Who: Aya, Eve
What: Breakfast in bed.
Where: Brea residence
When: Mothers day!
Warnings: N/A
Notes: N/A
Eve’s internal clock woke her long before her alarm clock would have. She lay in bed for several moments, silently enjoying the semi-conscious state between sleeping and waking, but sleep was not for her. Not any more. This was mothers day after all and she’d be damned if she was going to let it pass without spoiling her mother with breakfast in bed.
Cereal? No. Too plain.
Fruit smoothie? Nah. Too simple.
Bacon and egg sandwich? They had that yesterday.
Breakfast smorgas board? Would probably have made a great breakfast! Only one problem. She’d need a good hour to make everything.
Pancakes it was!
Retrieving two soft, fuzzy bunny slippers from beneath her bed, the young teenager smiled with no small amount of satisfaction as she made her way to the kitchen, passing the room she’d found her mother sleeping in on cautious tiptoes. At least she wouldn’t have to make her way back to the main bedroom. Upon reaching the large kitchen bathed in welcoming morning light, Eve opened the cupboards and dug around for a bit before taking out what she needed; dried fruit, chocolate syrup, pancake mix and all the tools that would be useful in her cooking endeavor. She studied the instructions on the box of pancake mix with more care than she would be able to muster up for any bending exercise and got to work, collecting a tray and before pouring the first three blobs of mix into the pan.
“Yummy!”
When all the mix was used up, Eve sighed, arranging the meal upon a tray, complete with coffee, a bowl of fruit salad and a few freshly ‘bended’ daisies to compliment the whole deal..
“Mom.”
Using her ingenuity again the small blond tip toed the length of both rooms, carrying the tray carefully with both hands before setting it down on the coffee table. Nothing burnt. Check. Nothing had spontaneously combusted. Check. No large mess that’d take the whole afternoon to clean up… Check; kind of.
“Mom are you awake?”
Regardless of the mess and no response Eve knelt on the floor space between the couch and table trying to rouse her mothers sleeping form with a gentle shake of a shoulder. It wasn’t breakfast in bed… But it was the closest thing!
“Happy Mothers day sleepy head.”
What: Breakfast in bed.
Where: Brea residence
When: Mothers day!
Warnings: N/A
Notes: N/A
Eve’s internal clock woke her long before her alarm clock would have. She lay in bed for several moments, silently enjoying the semi-conscious state between sleeping and waking, but sleep was not for her. Not any more. This was mothers day after all and she’d be damned if she was going to let it pass without spoiling her mother with breakfast in bed.
Cereal? No. Too plain.
Fruit smoothie? Nah. Too simple.
Bacon and egg sandwich? They had that yesterday.
Breakfast smorgas board? Would probably have made a great breakfast! Only one problem. She’d need a good hour to make everything.
Pancakes it was!
Retrieving two soft, fuzzy bunny slippers from beneath her bed, the young teenager smiled with no small amount of satisfaction as she made her way to the kitchen, passing the room she’d found her mother sleeping in on cautious tiptoes. At least she wouldn’t have to make her way back to the main bedroom. Upon reaching the large kitchen bathed in welcoming morning light, Eve opened the cupboards and dug around for a bit before taking out what she needed; dried fruit, chocolate syrup, pancake mix and all the tools that would be useful in her cooking endeavor. She studied the instructions on the box of pancake mix with more care than she would be able to muster up for any bending exercise and got to work, collecting a tray and before pouring the first three blobs of mix into the pan.
“Yummy!”
When all the mix was used up, Eve sighed, arranging the meal upon a tray, complete with coffee, a bowl of fruit salad and a few freshly ‘bended’ daisies to compliment the whole deal..
“Mom.”
Using her ingenuity again the small blond tip toed the length of both rooms, carrying the tray carefully with both hands before setting it down on the coffee table. Nothing burnt. Check. Nothing had spontaneously combusted. Check. No large mess that’d take the whole afternoon to clean up… Check; kind of.
“Mom are you awake?”
Regardless of the mess and no response Eve knelt on the floor space between the couch and table trying to rouse her mothers sleeping form with a gentle shake of a shoulder. It wasn’t breakfast in bed… But it was the closest thing!
“Happy Mothers day sleepy head.”