AN: Hello. I thought I was gonna write phase 2 or 4, but I decided to do another phase 1 oneshot simply because I figured I should do somthing happier. Enjoy! Please leave a comment!
Phase 1:
A young Noodle bounced around the house. It was a Saturday morning and the small girl was bustling with energy. It was Russel's turn to cook this weekend and he had cooked breakfast this morning, American style. He made pancakes, fried eggs, and thin strips of fried pork that Noodle didn't quite know what it was called.
"Noodle, time to eat!", the large American bellowed. Noodle slowly emerged from the living room where the T.V was. She smelt the food and hoped on her tall chair.
"What this?", Noodle asked as she picked up a piece of bacon with her fingers. Bacon was one of Noodle's favorite foods Russel made, yet she didn't know what to call it.
"It's bacon", Russel replied with a smile.
"Bacon?"
"Yep!".
Noodle smiled. She picked up her bacon before taking a big bite out of it. "Noodle… er … like bacon", she said while chewing.
"Good. At least one of you likes American breakfast", Russel said mostly to himself. Russel and 2-D took turns cooking on weekend mornings. 2-D always made English breakfast consisting of eggs, toast, tomatoes, beans, and English style bacon. Russel didn't mind the English breakfasts except for the bacon. It was such an odd texture compared to the kind made back in America. Russel didn't like it, but he never complained. 2-D and Murdoc, how ever, always complained about Russel's breakfast.
The two Brits would always complain about the crispy bacon or leavened pancakes or the way he scrambled the eggs. After poking fun at it, they would suck it up and eat a plate of food anyways. Russel always got annoyed with them (especially with Murdoc since he never cooked), but he always marked it as playful bickering.
Noodle gulped down her plate of food. The young girl had no preference on English breakfast or American breakfast, both were good in her book. After she had finished her plate of food, she looked up at Russel who was still eating.
"Can I hab… uh… more bacon?", she asked with her limited English skills. She was definitely picking up more of the language though, and could understand more than she could speak.
"We have to save some bacon for 2-D and Murdoc", Russel reasoned.
"But, 2-D and Murdoc no like you bacon", Noodle retorted.
Russel smiled. He was proud of Noodle's striving English and her persistence. He found it cute. Russel always thought of Noodle as a daughter. He heart swelled during times like this.
"Fine. You can have more bacon. But, I am going to ask you a question, first", he responded.
"What?", Noodle asked after piecing together what he said.
"Do you like my bacon more or 2-D's bacon more?".
Noodle thought about this for a second. She didn't quite know whose bacon she liked more. All she knew was she wanted more bacon. She decided to try and play her cards right.
"You bacon!", she responded while smiling.
"Alright", Russel grinned. "Eat up". He pushed the plate of remaining bacon her way. Noodle smiled a goofy grin and took two more pieces of bacon. Russel looked at the girl adoringly. "You like bacon so much, maybe I'll bring you to America with me next time. My mom makes the best bacon. I don't know how she does it. I could show you my family and where I grew up".
Noodle smiled through her stuffed mouth. She didn't catch all of what Russel said, but she caught enough. "I like that! Go to America, see you family." Russel saw the excitement in the Girl's eyes.
"Alright, maybe Christmas".