Liz woke up in an empty bed. She hadn't even thought that she was going to be able to sleep with Red's snoring, but somehow, she felt totally rested.
Sitting up, she heard a noise coming from the front of the house. It sounded like Red was making breakfast. Please, don't let it be pancakes!
She walked into the kitchen and saw Red scrambling eggs. She had to stare for a moment because he was putting his entire body into movement. That wasn't a bad sight even if he had already gotten dressed. His muscles tensed in his arms and back while his hips shifted from side to side with every flick of the whisk.
"How do you like your eggs cooked, Lizzie?" Red asked, shocking her a little. How long had she been staring?
"Any way is fine. I could make mine," liz stated.
"Nonsense, I'm already cooking. I might as well do yours as well," he responded a little too cheerfully. The bowl was poured into a hot pan which sizzled as soon as the egg touched it.
"...You want to show off your cooking skills, don't you?" Liz questioned, getting a smile from him.
"You know me too well, Lizzie."
"Okay, but I'm cooking later."
...
Breakfast had been utterly delicious. Obviously, that made liz feel a little competitive. It didn't help when Red had taken over lunch and said that she could handle dinner.
When she finally got to cook, she was irritated. So, everything turned out a bit greasy even though it tasted great. Red went as far as cleaning his plate with a piece of bread.
Although, after they had settled down to go to sleep, he wished that he hadn't. Apparently, his stomach didn't like the food as much as he had. A few seconds before he would have fallen asleep, his stomach gave a low rumble. Liz shifted slightly in her sleep at the sound but didn't wake up. Red closed his eyes again but was immediately interrupted by a gurgling noise along with slight discomfort.
He turned on his side but regretted it when his stomach gave an almost strangled sound. He groaned which finally woke liz up. She lifted her head to look at him.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked before he groaned again.
"My stomach isn't settling well," he responded before shifting to his back again which helped a little. "We ate the same stuff. Why isn't it affecting you the same way?"
"Maybe, I'm more used to greasy food," liz stated with a shrug.
"Lizzie, I've eaten food all over the world, some you probably wouldn't even feel comfortable looking at. I doubt a little grease is going to do me in," he said before his stomach made another loud gargle.
"You were saying?" She asked as he clamped a hand over his belly to calm it. He looked like he was going to be sick. "Maybe, you should go to the bathroom."
"No, it's fine if I don't move," he responded before he made a pained face and a small burp escaped him. "Or speak."
"That's fine by me," liz said, getting a small glare from him. "I'm kidding."
Red went to say something but groaned instead as his stomach felt like it did a flip. She gave him a concerned look before saying, "I'll go get something to help settle your stomach." Red gave another groan when the bed shifted as liz stood up. She came back a few minutes later carrying a glass of what looked like water. Red sat up when she handed it to him. After a short sip, his face contorted in disgust.
"This tastes terrible."
"Just drink it, you big baby," liz said as she went back to her side of the bed. He downed the rest of the foul liquid and set the glass on the night stand. Not long after, he passed out, leaving liz with the sound of snoring. She closed her eyes to go to sleep but opened them when she felt an arm wrap around her. Red was pressed up against her, still snoring in her ear and nuzzling her hair.
"I gotta learn to let you suffer," liz muttered even though it didn't bother her when he cuddled up even closer to her.
