It was like a high stakes video game. Jensen had to scrape the cooked eggs from the bottom of the pan before they burned. Sure it would have been easier to scramble their eggs on a lower heat setting, but that took far too long. It was more exciting to play high stakes breakfast.
Jared laughed at the faces Jensen made. Jensen had a look of pure concentration, complete with tongue sticking out. Jensen hip checked the golly green giant out of the way. "Shut up. Do you want eggs or not? Because trust me, I can eat all of this by myself."
Jared raised his hands in surrender. "All I'm saying is I've had my half of the breakfast done for AGES."
"Dude. You're making toast."
Jared grinned, "No, I'm perfecting toast. It's a delicate art form."
Jensen rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Grab the plates. The eggs are done!"
It wasn't the perfect southern breakfast. There was no bacon or grits, but for a lazy Sunday, it was downright respectable.
Jared spoke around a mouthfull of eggs, "Hey, for dessert we should have ice cream!"
"Jared, it's 9am, and it's breakfast. You don't have dessert with breakfast." Jensen stole a piece of toast from Jared's plate.
"I'm a grownup and I demand ice cream with breakfast."
Jensen took one look at Jared's petulant face and had to cover his mouth before toast came flying out. Jared pounded his back as Jensen coughed and laughed at the same time. Considering he'd almost died from toast consumption, Jensen capitulated, "Fine. Ice cream it is."
Jared beamed and grabbed Jensen around the waist, pulling the older man into his lap and sticking his nose behind his ear. "You love me."
Jensen chuckled and sunk into the embrace. "Yeah, I guess you'll do."
Sometimes as a grownup it is your god given right to eat horribly bad things for you, at horribly bad times. It's your reward for being forced to eat healthy food as a child. Whenever my mother visits me and cringes at my huge bag of generic Lucky Charms, I inform her that she should have let me chew gum and eat more candy as a kid. It's like a sick addiction now and it's because it was forbidden fruit as a child.
Thank you for the love. *g* And writing this made me go eat ice cream at 11am. (Actually Wendy's ice cream icon made me go eat ice cream. It was all melty and on a cone!) God it's good to be an adult sometimes.
Jared laughed at the faces Jensen made. Jensen had a look of pure concentration, complete with tongue sticking out. Jensen hip checked the golly green giant out of the way. "Shut up. Do you want eggs or not? Because trust me, I can eat all of this by myself."
Jared raised his hands in surrender. "All I'm saying is I've had my half of the breakfast done for AGES."
"Dude. You're making toast."
Jared grinned, "No, I'm perfecting toast. It's a delicate art form."
Jensen rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Grab the plates. The eggs are done!"
It wasn't the perfect southern breakfast. There was no bacon or grits, but for a lazy Sunday, it was downright respectable.
Jared spoke around a mouthfull of eggs, "Hey, for dessert we should have ice cream!"
"Jared, it's 9am, and it's breakfast. You don't have dessert with breakfast." Jensen stole a piece of toast from Jared's plate.
"I'm a grownup and I demand ice cream with breakfast."
Jensen took one look at Jared's petulant face and had to cover his mouth before toast came flying out. Jared pounded his back as Jensen coughed and laughed at the same time. Considering he'd almost died from toast consumption, Jensen capitulated, "Fine. Ice cream it is."
Jared beamed and grabbed Jensen around the waist, pulling the older man into his lap and sticking his nose behind his ear. "You love me."
Jensen chuckled and sunk into the embrace. "Yeah, I guess you'll do."
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Jared gets what Jared wants! YES!
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And I make eggs like that too. What's the good of cooking it slowly when you can turn the heat up as high as it goes and scrape like a crazy person?
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GLEE. :D And awwwwwwwwww! *rolls happily around in the schmoop*
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Thank you for the love. *g* And writing this made me go eat ice cream at 11am. (Actually Wendy's ice cream icon made me go eat ice cream. It was all melty and on a cone!) God it's good to be an adult sometimes.
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