Title: Breakfast
Author: Arakhne
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.
A/N: That was just a little bit of verbal exchange fun between Schuldig and Farfarello that I typed up. It lost something when I put more narration in, so I'm leaving it like this. Less is more? Maybe…
Breakfast.
"Where did those come from?"
"I made them."
"... How?"
"With a skillet. How else?"
"You can cook?"
A nod.
"Why the hell didn't you tell us? Nagi, Crawford and I have been all switching off and taking turns on who gets food made and you never told us you could cook?! Oh, you sly little bastard… I'm telling Brad!"
A snort of laughter. "Crawford doesn't trust me near a stove. Or with a skillet. Or, for that matter, with a kitchen knife."
"But- But! That's not fair! You get to skip out on food duty just 'cause you're a nut case?"
"Argue it with Crawford then, if it bothers you that much."
"Hmph. Nah. Not now. Maybe later."
"Then shut up and eat." A plate.
"You made extra?"
"Yes."
"… Thanks."
A nod.
-end.
Thank you.