Lament

Chapter Ten [pt.2]

Something sizzed, and I broke the connection my looking over. Reluctantly, Daniel looked over to notice the chicken was burning.

"Crap!" Quickly, he turned the knob on the stove and his cheeks burned red. I looked down, embarrassed. "Sorry," He said. "Left the stove on."

I grinned. "Don't worry about it." Aiming for a lighter tone, I said, "At least you know how to cook."

"You really don't know?"

I shook my head and walked around to the other side of the stove. "The only meal I know how to make is breakfast. and that's the most important meal of the day so that's good enough for me."

Daniel surprised me by laughing, and I realized I liked his laugh a lot.

"Besides," I said. "We had a cook."

He made a weird face that I couldn't help but smile at. "Really?" He chided. "Afraid to get your hands dirty?"

Before I could stop him, he grabbed a fistfull of mozzerella cheese and longed it at me. I dropped my jaw in surprise but it quickly turned into an unstoppable amount of giggling. Snatching a roasted potato that was still hot on the pan, I launched it at his face. Daniel dodged it with his quick reflexes and stood up again with a wide smile on his face.

"It's on now, Rich Girl!" He laughed. Daniel grabbed more cheese and threw it at me. Puffs of cheese sprinkled all over my nose and cheeks. I dashed for another potato and waited for a good moment to strike. Daniel bobbed around in every which way, and too late, I realized that the potato was burning hot.

I yelped and tossed the potato at Daniel in a poor attempt. He laughed and I joined in quickly. We both held our stomachs and giggle uncontrollably before it finally subsided. I reached up with my ungreasy hand to wipe away the one tear of laughter that appeared. Daniel smiled even wider.

"Now look at what you did!" He exclaimed jokingly. "Eona Morris, always making messes! Even in her past lives."

I raised my brows. "I was like this in my past lives?"

Daniel shrugged one shoulder. "Here and there I get this deja vú from like, some odd years ago."

My curiosity was intrigued. I've never really thought about my past lives. I figured they were done and over with and here was no point in remembering a long dead girl's life. "Well you have to tell me now."

He nodded once. "As you wish. But first," he gestured to the food, "can we at least fill up our plates with this delicious, might I say, dinner that I have prepared for us?"

I grinned and picked up one of the few glass plates on he counter. "Of course."

We both filled our plates and Daniel billowed out one of the heavier blankets from the bed. Together, we sat on the ground and tasted the food.

It was indeed delicious. Daniel really could cook. I guess I shouldn't have been so shocked thoguh because he lived... what? Fir seven hundred years? Eight? I didn't even know his actual age.

"So," I began, after we had eaten almost everything on our plates. "What's this about me being clumsy in my past lives?"

Daniel couldn't help but chuckle. "More specific please," he said. "What would you like to hear about?"

I shrugged, unsure. "How about your favorite version of me."

His eyes went to the ceiling and he hummed under his breath a moment. "North Carolina, 1864."