[ Baby's fallen into a routine easily. When he's got to open B-Sides, he swings by Wake & Bake and grabs some breakfast, eats in the car on the way. And the morning he doesn't have to open, he makes himself breakfast, usually enough for Robbie to have some, too.
Waffles one morning, pancakes the next, sometimes just eggs, bacon when they have any. Simple stuff, only slightly better than cereal, really. And this morning, it's an omelette with chorizo and cheese, bursting to the seams with flavor, the smells mixing perfectly with that of coffee, making the kitchen Baby's favorite room in the whole apartment right now.
What he doesn't expect as he's dancing to the Black Eyed Peas, poking at the omelette, is to turn around and find himself face to face with Kimberly, wearing what looks like one of Robbie's shirts. At least, it'd make sense. Well. Yeah. ]
Oh. Hi. [ He guesses this... was bound to happen. ] Would you like some food?
action; morning before the festival
Waffles one morning, pancakes the next, sometimes just eggs, bacon when they have any. Simple stuff, only slightly better than cereal, really. And this morning, it's an omelette with chorizo and cheese, bursting to the seams with flavor, the smells mixing perfectly with that of coffee, making the kitchen Baby's favorite room in the whole apartment right now.
What he doesn't expect as he's dancing to the Black Eyed Peas, poking at the omelette, is to turn around and find himself face to face with Kimberly, wearing what looks like one of Robbie's shirts. At least, it'd make sense. Well. Yeah. ]
Oh. Hi. [ He guesses this... was bound to happen. ] Would you like some food?