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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 6, 2007 0:49:22 GMT
Finally noticing the sounds emanating from the kitchen direction, he heads in that direction; stopping as he gets to the un-closed door. He lets out a relieved sigh as he leans on the door jam.
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Post by Sharon on Mar 23, 2007 1:06:45 GMT
happily cooking away, she doesn't notice that he's there. Her brow is creased in concentration, her worry being if the toast is going to be too dry, or too cooked and if the bacon will get done when everything else does
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 23, 2007 1:11:15 GMT
He slides into the kitchen and starts getting the cutlery ready
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Post by Sharon on Mar 23, 2007 1:17:14 GMT
the clank of the silver drawer startles her and she jumps, her hand knocking the pan of eggs, sending scrambled eggs everywhere
By Birgit, you scared the ever livin shite out of me!
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 23, 2007 1:21:39 GMT
I thought you heard me enter with those beautiful ears of yours.
he moves to the sink and grabs the dishcloth
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Post by Sharon on Mar 23, 2007 1:46:57 GMT
she smiles that self-conscious smile she always gets when he compliments her, and her eyes light up
Flatterer, I was concentrating on getting a nice breakfast together for us. Our first breakfast in our home....
she smiles a bit shyly now, as her mind realizes how she sounds. Quite unlike her normal self, a bit...girly
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 23, 2007 1:52:13 GMT
Smiling I realise that my sweet, that's why I was going to set the table.
He starts to clean up the mess on the floor
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Post by Sharon on Mar 23, 2007 2:16:52 GMT
My darlin' ye no need to be doin' that. I made the mess, I ken take care o' it.
she gets down on her hands and knees, trying to help him clean up the mess, when the sizzle of the bacon hit her ears
Shite!
she hops up and removes the bacon pan from the burner
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 23, 2007 2:22:04 GMT
you finish the cooking m'dear, this won't take much longer
he shuffles out of her way so she can keep cooking
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Post by Sharon on Mar 23, 2007 2:28:31 GMT
hurridly, she grabs some more eggs and cracks them into the pan, scrambling them, wishing for a magic stove to make them faster
Thanks honey.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 23, 2007 2:35:00 GMT
You're welcome, this way breakfast won't be much longer
he kisses her ankle before he stands to empty & rinse the dishcloth before returning to the floor
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Post by Sharon on Mar 23, 2007 2:58:21 GMT
his kiss sends tingles up her leg, and shivers as she finishes making the eggs again. She pours them into the awaiting bowl. She places the bacon on a plate, the toast on another. She grabs the coffee, and the orange juice, and balancing them carefully, heads to the table. She places them each on the table, and sits down
Breakfast is served, m'lord.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Mar 23, 2007 3:02:39 GMT
Coming
After finishing with the floor, he washes his hands in the sink with the dishcloth, and grabs the cutkery again, taking them to the table
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