Well will you look at how fast i'm updating now. But like i said before, don't get to used to it.
Chapter 12: Misadventures of Morning
Ezra shot up in bed, wide awake hearing a noise nearby. His body by this point was trained to wake up at the slightest noise that could prove to be a threat. Wait bed? And he was inside?
"Did I wake you?" a voice asked.
The previous day's events came back to him. The officer, Kanan Jarrus, had saved him from the Imperials, and he was currently staying at his apartment.
"Yeah, but it's fine." Ezra said not wanting the nice man to think he was ungrateful that he was letting him stay here.
"Would you like breakfast?" Kanan asked from the kitchen.
"If it's not too much trouble." Ezra said.
"Kid, I saw how skinny you were yesterday. You need meat on those bones." Kanan said. Ezra crossed his arms in a defensive manner. "What would you like? And please don't say 'food.'"
"Nutrition," Ezra revised just to be cheeky.
"Ha ha," Kanan laughed sarcastically. "Get over here and help."
Ezra approached Kanan, "How can I help?"
"Well I was thinking we could have pancakes, so do you want to start on the batter for that while I fry the bacon." Kanan said.
"Um, okay." Ezra said. Kanan handed him a large bowl and a note card.
Ezra read the note card and found it to be the recipe for the pancakes.
Ezra pulled out all the stuff he needed. And started to mix together the flour, sugar, eggs, salt, milk. But he didn't see the baking powder. 'Where is the baking powder?' he thought to himself. 'I see baking soda, maybe I can use that instead.'
Ezra finished mixing the batter.
"There is chocolate chips in the freezer if you want to add those in." Kanan informed.
"Would you like to add them?" Ezra asked.
"I always do." Kanan said, flipping a few slices of bacon.
Ezra opened the freezer and grabbed the bag of chocolate chips and poured about half in and mixed them into the batter.
"You done with that batter?" Kanan asked.
"Yeah," Ezra said and handed the bowl to Kanan who started to pour it on the griddle.
"What is going on here?" Kanan asked after a few minutes.
"What?" Ezra asked, curious if something was wrong.
"We'll see in a few minutes." Kanan informed.
Ezra bit his lip, did he mess the batter up? Would this make Kanan mad enough to kick him back out onto the streets?
After all the pancakes were made Kanan put them on a plate and went over to the table, along with the plate of pancakes and bacon.
"Would you get two plates and forks?" Kanan asked.
"Yeah," Ezra said and grabbed the plates from where he saw Kanan grab them last night and after a quick search found the forks. He brought them over to the table and sat down and Kanan put a pancake on his plate.
Now, Ezra hasn't had pancakes in a while, and he knew they were flat, but he didn't think they were supposed to be this flat.
Kanan and Ezra took a bite at the same time.
It didn't taste right, but Ezra still swallowed it to not be rude. But Kanan took no time in spitting the bite into his napkin.
"Ezra, did you happen to put baking soda in the batter instead of baking powder?" Kanan asked.
"There's a difference?" Ezra asked with slight fear.
"I'll take that as a yes." Kanan said, putting his face in his hand.
Ezra bit his lip, this was it, there goes his home. Wait did he just call it his home? No, Ezra, this is not your home, this is just, this just a place a police officer foolishly let you crash. A few tears slipped out. Kanan grabbed the plate of pancakes, setting the slightly eaten pancakes from both their plates on top of the stack before walking over the garbage can and dumping them in.
Ezra stared in shock. Kanan had just thrown away uneaten food! Was he crazy! So what if it wasn't cooked properly, it was still food.
"What?" Kanan asked at the look of shock on Ezra's face.
"You just threw away food." Ezra said.
"It wasn't cooked properly." Kanan said, slightly confused.
"It's still food." Ezra said.
Kanan finally understood Ezra's shock. The poor kid had such an unsteady source of food, that of course he wouldn't want to waste anything.
"Ezra, the apartment has a steady source of food. We can eat something else. What about cereal?" Kanan suggested.
"You aren't mad that I messed up the pancakes?" Ezra asked.
"No," Kanan said. "It's an easy enough mistake for anyone unused to cooking to make." Ezra didn't make a response. "So is that a yes or a no on the cereal?"
"Oh, uh, sure." Ezra said.
Kanan fixed two bowls of Cherrios and brought them over for himself and the kid.
"There you go." Kanan said.
"Thank you." Ezra said, before he started to eat.
After the two of them finished the cereal and ate some bacon, Kanan figured he better start cleaning up. He grabbed the empty glasses of juice and the half empty plate of bacon.
"Can you bring the bowls over to the sink?" Kanan asked.
Ezra was totally fine with doing these task Kanan set upon him. It made him feel like he wasn't just some pity case or free ride, but that he was sort of working his keep, so bringing the bowls over, no problem, or so he thought. His pant legs had other thoughts.
He realized to late that during breakfast, the rolled up legs of the sweatpants he was borrowing from Kanan had unrolled, leaving him to take three steps before tripping over the extra fabric and falling flat on his face. That did hurt some, but it was not the worst injury he has ever acquired. What sent fear into his veins was the fact that the two bowls came down with him and shattered, sending the unused milk across the ground.
Ezra slowly pushed himself into a knelling posting staring at shock and the shards of bowl and the spreading milk puddle. Kanan was so going to kick him out onto the streets, that is, if he didn't kill him.
What shocked him even more were the gentle hands that brought him back to his feet, and voice full of concern that questioned him, "Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up." Ezra said.
"In a moment, are you okay?" Kanan asked.
"Yeah." Ezra said. This was unbelievable. Kanan didn't look even remotely angry. "Aren't you angry?"
"For the bowls?" Kanan asked. "No, I have too many anyway."
"What about the milk?" Ezra asked.
"Ever heard the phase, 'Don't cry over spilt milk'?" Kanan questioned.
"So, you aren't going to kick me back out onto the streets?" Ezra asked.
"Is that what has you so jumpy?" Kanan asked.
"Maybe," Ezra whispered.
"Kid, you're currently my responsibility. I'm not going to send you back out to live on the streets." Kanan reassured. "You're stuck with me kid."
Ezra thought on Kanan's words for a moment before he smiled.
"I'll get you a mop for the milk. First carefully pick up the shards." Kanan said as he left for the closet to get the said mop.
Ezra bent over and started to pick up the shards of the broken bowls. He had just finished when Kanan returned with the mop.
"Throw those away, I'll start on the milk." Kanan said.
"Okay." Ezra said. He headed towards the trash can and dumped the shards into it.
Ezra went back to the site of the accident and grabbed the mop from Kanan. "When you are done with this, and I've changed, we'll get you proper clothes, that won't give you issues."
Ezra gave his lip a small bite, Kanan wanted to spend money on him? Ezra shook his head slightly the ridiculousness after Kanan left. He finished cleaning up all the milk, still wondering why the man wasn't angry with him.