Disclaimer: Don't own them and never will so tut tut. Belongses to Robbie
Jordanses! Too bad ^.^
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Okay. This is just...a thing I wanted to do because it seemed kinda funny/cute. Yeah. You do NOT want to know what I come up with in my spare time. Really, you don't! This is just...a THING! R&R!!!!!! Okay, this time, I have chocolate brownies! Everyone seemed to enjoy my other cookies, so I just thought, "Let's be...creative!!!!!" ^.^
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BEEPBEEP..............BEEPBEEP..............BEEPBEEP................BEEPBEEP ..................WHACK!!!!!!!!
Lan rolled over and hit the alarm clock as hard as he could. At last, the bloody noise had stopped. He groaned as he remembered why the alarm clock was going off. He had to go to work!
Lan turned back over to gaze at his wife. She lay motionless except for the slow rise and fall of her shoulders. Her black hair fell all around her face, her lips slightly parted, and she looked so peaceful. Lan wrapped his arms around her and gently kissed her cheek. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open.
"Lan?" Nynaeve smiled. He kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry, love, I have to get ready for work. You can go back to sleep," He tenderly brushed some hair away from her face.
"I should really get up anyways." Nynaeve yawned, and he let go of her. She got up, put on a yellow robe, and started into the kitchen to make him some breakfast. Lan followed, shrugging.
Nynaeve got out the orange juice, frying pan, some pancake mix, and about the whole cupboard of measuring cups- teaspoons, tablespoons, cups, liters, and gallons. After all, you never know what you could need. She turned on the oven, a trick she had learned that miraculously did not use saidar or saidin, at least not that she knew of, set the frying pan on top, and got out a mixing bowl.
Meanwhile, Lan made their bed, and put on his work suit. As an afterthought, he took his sword from the hook on the wall. After all, you never know what you could need.
He stepped into the kitchens, and almost laughed at the sight of Nynaeve cooking. She was stirring the batter with Air while testing the frying pan. Then she swept up several blobs of batter with another flow of Air, and set them down. She didn't know what the spatula was for, though.
"Lan? Is this how this thing goes?" Nynaeve put the spatula under the mixing bowl, and tried to spin it. It almost broke on the floor, but she saved it with another flow. Lan almost doubled up with laughter, but managed to keep a straight face.
"You use it to flip the pancakes," He grinned at her sheepish expression.
"Oh, I knew that," she flipped the two already on. When they were ready, she set them on a plate and studied the syrup bottle.
"Lan! There aren't any instructions on this! How are you supposed to have a good, quality syrup company if they do not have instructions on their labels? I mean, the whole world is probably being cheated a lot of money on this, and if-" she stopped short as Lan uncapped the syrup, poured some on his pancakes, and grabbed a fork.
"Oh," Nynaeve gave him his orange juice and paper.
"Aren't you hungry, mashiara?" He thumbed through the Warders section of the paper.
"No, I'll probably just have that...er...what is that seery stuff?"
"Cereal?" Lan sipped his orange juice.
"Yes, that. Oh, I almost forgot!" she tore out of the kitchen and into their bedroom. Lan shrugged and turned the page.
In a few moments, Nynaeve was back, this time with a carefully painted red dot on her forehead. Lan grinned. She never forgot that. He wolfed down his pancakes, set his dishes on the counter, gave Nynaeve a big kiss, and went to brush his teeth. She sat down, looked around the room, and cautiously picked up the Warders section. On the front page there was an ad for swords.
"Mashiara! I have to leave now!" Lan called. He hurried back to give her one last kiss, and went out into the garage. He took out his keys and warmed up his black Ferrari named Mandarb. Nynaeve called after him, "Don't forget to call before you leave tonight!"
"I won't!" Mandarb revved up, Lan honked the horn and pulled out of the driveway. Nynaeve stared after, then hurried back to the kitchen to fix up the house.
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I know. Some people (such as myself) scare me. I don't know why, but I had to do this. Next part (chapter- ARGH) is when Nynaeve goes to the store (D&W). Eheh. Well...if you're this far, you've R'd, now R!!! ^.^
Okay. This is just...a thing I wanted to do because it seemed kinda funny/cute. Yeah. You do NOT want to know what I come up with in my spare time. Really, you don't! This is just...a THING! R&R!!!!!! Okay, this time, I have chocolate brownies! Everyone seemed to enjoy my other cookies, so I just thought, "Let's be...creative!!!!!" ^.^
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BEEPBEEP..............BEEPBEEP..............BEEPBEEP................BEEPBEEP ..................WHACK!!!!!!!!
Lan rolled over and hit the alarm clock as hard as he could. At last, the bloody noise had stopped. He groaned as he remembered why the alarm clock was going off. He had to go to work!
Lan turned back over to gaze at his wife. She lay motionless except for the slow rise and fall of her shoulders. Her black hair fell all around her face, her lips slightly parted, and she looked so peaceful. Lan wrapped his arms around her and gently kissed her cheek. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open.
"Lan?" Nynaeve smiled. He kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry, love, I have to get ready for work. You can go back to sleep," He tenderly brushed some hair away from her face.
"I should really get up anyways." Nynaeve yawned, and he let go of her. She got up, put on a yellow robe, and started into the kitchen to make him some breakfast. Lan followed, shrugging.
Nynaeve got out the orange juice, frying pan, some pancake mix, and about the whole cupboard of measuring cups- teaspoons, tablespoons, cups, liters, and gallons. After all, you never know what you could need. She turned on the oven, a trick she had learned that miraculously did not use saidar or saidin, at least not that she knew of, set the frying pan on top, and got out a mixing bowl.
Meanwhile, Lan made their bed, and put on his work suit. As an afterthought, he took his sword from the hook on the wall. After all, you never know what you could need.
He stepped into the kitchens, and almost laughed at the sight of Nynaeve cooking. She was stirring the batter with Air while testing the frying pan. Then she swept up several blobs of batter with another flow of Air, and set them down. She didn't know what the spatula was for, though.
"Lan? Is this how this thing goes?" Nynaeve put the spatula under the mixing bowl, and tried to spin it. It almost broke on the floor, but she saved it with another flow. Lan almost doubled up with laughter, but managed to keep a straight face.
"You use it to flip the pancakes," He grinned at her sheepish expression.
"Oh, I knew that," she flipped the two already on. When they were ready, she set them on a plate and studied the syrup bottle.
"Lan! There aren't any instructions on this! How are you supposed to have a good, quality syrup company if they do not have instructions on their labels? I mean, the whole world is probably being cheated a lot of money on this, and if-" she stopped short as Lan uncapped the syrup, poured some on his pancakes, and grabbed a fork.
"Oh," Nynaeve gave him his orange juice and paper.
"Aren't you hungry, mashiara?" He thumbed through the Warders section of the paper.
"No, I'll probably just have that...er...what is that seery stuff?"
"Cereal?" Lan sipped his orange juice.
"Yes, that. Oh, I almost forgot!" she tore out of the kitchen and into their bedroom. Lan shrugged and turned the page.
In a few moments, Nynaeve was back, this time with a carefully painted red dot on her forehead. Lan grinned. She never forgot that. He wolfed down his pancakes, set his dishes on the counter, gave Nynaeve a big kiss, and went to brush his teeth. She sat down, looked around the room, and cautiously picked up the Warders section. On the front page there was an ad for swords.
"Mashiara! I have to leave now!" Lan called. He hurried back to give her one last kiss, and went out into the garage. He took out his keys and warmed up his black Ferrari named Mandarb. Nynaeve called after him, "Don't forget to call before you leave tonight!"
"I won't!" Mandarb revved up, Lan honked the horn and pulled out of the driveway. Nynaeve stared after, then hurried back to the kitchen to fix up the house.
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I know. Some people (such as myself) scare me. I don't know why, but I had to do this. Next part (chapter- ARGH) is when Nynaeve goes to the store (D&W). Eheh. Well...if you're this far, you've R'd, now R!!! ^.^