14. Eggs

By Alasse Fefalas

Lisbon woke up to the smell of butter wafting through the house. Lazily, she rolled off the bed and padded down the stairs, following the smell into the kitchen.

"Morning, Lisbon," Jane greeted cheerily from in front of the stove.

"Morning. I smelled butter," Lisbon said sleepily, stifling a yawn.

"I'll be done in a few minutes."

Lisbon took a peek at the pan and frowned. "Eggs again?"

"They're delicious," he said, grinning.

"And just about the only thing you eat in the morning," she said, rolling her eyes. She nudged him gently. "Thanks for cooking, though."