Parfait

16: Crepes

I don't usually make breakfast. I enjoy eating, but hardly ever wake up and say "time to cook so me and others can eat". Today, though, that's exactly what I decided to do.

I woke up with Eliza holding her laptop close to my face, the tab with the career test open. Groaning, I burried my face under my pillow, but the monster snatched it away. I want to do the test, but right after walking up isn't the time. Eliza wouldn't back away, though, so I told her I had to make breakfast.

Which is why I'm standing over a bowl filled with eggs, flour and milk and trying to blend it all into a smooth mixture. So far it's not going well, judging by how half of it is spilled on my clothes and the counter.

"Do you need any help?" Mum asks, sipping on her coffee.

"No, I've got this," I reply. That's when I remember I forgot to add baking powder, so I look around the cupboards for the can.

"Just don't demolish the kitchen, alright?" She laughs to herself. "That's Eliza's job."

"I heard that!" Eliza deadpans as she plugs in her earbuds. "I'm gonna go jogging," she says, unnecessarily loud, and leaves without hearing Mum going on about how the sun's up already and she should stay in.

"Your father and I will head out too, soon," Mum says with a defeated sigh. "Who's going to eat all these crepes? Assuming they turn out to be crepes."

I smile in a mocking manner and stop stirring the mixture, only to send a text to the group chat that I'm making crepes and anyone who wants to can join, before going back to trying to achieve the same texture the mix at Parfait has. It's a long journey of adding more milk and making it too thin, then adding more flour and making it too thick.

"Good morning!"

Olivia grabs a chair while Kal is trying to close the door behind him.

"Don't bother, it requires a trick only four people know," I say.

"Hello, kids," Dad says.

Mum exhales. "Finally, you're ready." Glancing at Kal and Olivia, she says, "If whatever Summer's making poisons you, know that we" -she's moving her finger between Dad and her- "had noting to do with it."

"No, Summer's a good kid. If what she makes tastes like poison it's only because she has zero cooking skills," Dad says, waving his hand.

Kal and Olivia laugh but I keep a straight face.

I really wish I had three wishes. If I somehow could find an old oil lamp I'd rub it so hard that make Robin Williams wpuld come out and I'd wish my parents weren't so embarrassing. Actually, I'd wish it three times, just in case their skill of embarrassing me is magic-resistant.

I stare at the mixture. It's never going to look right and I'll only end up making about ten thousand batches of it if I keep adding more ingredients. Which means, it's time for the test. I pour a small quantity in the pan, just enough to make a thin layer.

"Alex said they're playing Spider-man into the Spider-verse tonight. We're going to watch it, right?" Olivia asks as she's staring at the pan.

I can't tone down my squeal. "Of course we are!"

"And I won't be singing the whole soundtrack this time," Kal adds. "I promise."

"You better not. Your rapping makes Juice WRLD shake in his grave," Olivia says with a laugh.

Kal shrugs it off and pours himself a glass of water. "When's the movie, again?"

Olivia hums. "I think it's at six. Which means, we have to be ready by five. And if I'm going to get ready with Summer, we must start at four, so I have to be here at three."