Jeffrey rolled out of bed when he heard the alarm. He'd said his goodbye to Bogg the night before, and he had to agree, it was probably better this way. Getting ready for his first day of school and watching Bogg leave in the same morning would have been tough. This separated the two and reminded Jeff that it wasn't a bad thing he was starting Voyager Academy. As Bogg said, it was just new.
They had a wonderful day just being together the day before, and Jeff smiled as he remembered. It was quiet, just visiting and making sure the apartment was stocked with the basics Jeff would need. It was like college in the regular time stream, Jeff supposed. His parents would have made sure he had sheets, towels, a hamper, cooking supplies and plates and silverware, too. Once Bogg was satisfied Jeffrey would survive a week or so without him, they had lunch with Jeptha Smithyman, visited the gym and then just relaxed watching a movie.
Leaving his reverie, Jeff wandered to the kitchen and grabbed a blueberry muffin. Lunch, for all that Bogg joked he would need to pack, would be readily available at the academy cafeteria. Jeff smiled, though, as he thought of the meals Bogg had carefully stacked in the freezer, complete with reheating instructions.
"I really need to learn how to cook," he thought to himself. "Bogg isn't going to be able to play Chef Boyardee for me for all time."
He realized he had no idea how Bogg had learned to cook. It didn't seem like the usual skill a 17th Century pirate would develop. Then again, Bogg clearly learned skills that helped him to survive, and the man did like to eat well. A man might survive on beef jerky, and Bogg was willing to do that when necessary. Still, it was better to have better and fresh-cooked food when available. Jeff realized he needed to work on that. Beyond boiling water and washing lettuce for salads, he wasn't much of a chef. He chuckled wondering if he'd have cooking classes at the academy, because up until now his entire culinary expertise was expressed in complaining about the jerky.
He finished his muffin, looked at the clock and ran for the shower. He couldn't be late for his first day of classes. He'd be embarrassed, and Bogg would definitely hear.
