05-21-2014, 05:01 AM
The sickness! Ayden remembered those horrid times in the infirmary. That would have been a horrible way to die. But there was only one answer, and Ayden wondered if he had gotten his answers here in Moscow. It was such a down topic, and the flirting was so much more fun. But her curiosity got the best of her.
Ayden started the eggs and added the grits to the pot. They would take the longest, she should have started them before. She tried to busy herself with the details. The small pan that she used for flipping the eggs. It was an art, one you had to practice. She remembered breaking the yolk on many occasions until she learned that art. If he wanted something else she could manage, but this was far more impressive, and she liked her eggs this way anyway.
A deft crack on the edge of the stove and the egg was broken into the hot pan with a little butter so things don't stick. Not that the pan would let anything stick to it anyway, but it was habit. She smiled at Connor. "How do you like your eggs?
. Ayden picked up the pan and with one quick flip of the pan the eggs flipped over, yoke in tact. It really was an art.
The showing off was done and her thoughts returned to his son. She had to ask."This is the only serious topic of the day, got it?
Ayden didn't expect an answer, as she continued on "Did you find answers about what happened to your son?"
Ayden started the eggs and added the grits to the pot. They would take the longest, she should have started them before. She tried to busy herself with the details. The small pan that she used for flipping the eggs. It was an art, one you had to practice. She remembered breaking the yolk on many occasions until she learned that art. If he wanted something else she could manage, but this was far more impressive, and she liked her eggs this way anyway.
A deft crack on the edge of the stove and the egg was broken into the hot pan with a little butter so things don't stick. Not that the pan would let anything stick to it anyway, but it was habit. She smiled at Connor. "How do you like your eggs?
. Ayden picked up the pan and with one quick flip of the pan the eggs flipped over, yoke in tact. It really was an art.
The showing off was done and her thoughts returned to his son. She had to ask."This is the only serious topic of the day, got it?
Ayden didn't expect an answer, as she continued on "Did you find answers about what happened to your son?"