"Mmmhmmmhhh." I hum gently.
I crack another egg. He likes scrambled. I add a hint of chili flakes and onions. The oven dings and I put the potatoes in. I chop chives into the scrambled eggs. I throw in a little cheese. I turn the radio up as I light the fire. I place the pan on the stove.
The morning sun warms my face. The bird's melody is sweet. I realize I still have something on the stove, and I flip the bacon. I've never really been a fan of bacon. I find it having quite a bitter aftertaste. It's way too salty but he does like it. I place the eggs in the pan and start stirring.
"Mhhmmm, what's that smell?" A sleepy voice says.
I turn.
"Good morning Antony, um.... where's your pants?" I ask.
"Eh. It's the weekend I don't need pants." He says.
"I hope you're hungry." I say.
"For your cooking? Definitely!" He yells.
He plops himself down. I finish frying the eggs. I take out the potatoes and place them onto a plate. I add bacon and I place it in front of him. He starts eating. I sit myself down beside him. He turns to me.
"Where'd ya go? I didn't wake up to you?" He asks.
"I went out for a stroll." I answer.
"Alright..." He sighs.
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