@mercuryhaze
sunny loves breakfast, especially when she can find fruit that hasn't been already taken by the pesky rabbits that hop through her garden without much care for anything else. she doesn't blame them. they are free to not understand private property, just as humans are free to be servants to capitalism. she finds a good deal of strawberries, happy with the large garden boxes she's been keeping and also the onions she plants adjacent to the berries to deter unwanted thieves.
usually her mornings are like this when she's not at the flower shop, she walks through her garden and finds the produce that is ripe enough to pick. she decides on pancakes with bacon and strawberries on the side, an american breakfast that is sure to wake up her cousin from the dead of his sleep.
she begins putting together the ingredients in a bowl and placing them on a hot griddle, waiting for the bubbles to form throughout the pancakes before flipping them. she begins stacking them on a plate before finding a few joints that she had rolled the night earlier, lighting one with the flame from her stove. surely if the pancakes weren't enough to wake dylan, the sweet aroma of her weed would.
