Mick grinned before tossing the toast in the garbage, wiping her hands off on a nearby towel. She laughed, before sauntering into the living room, taking the bag of takeout from Barry, who’d just paid for it, and setting it on the coffee table, “Speedy, you take to a lot of things quit, but damn cooking isn’t one of them.”
She woken up, not to the sweet smells of breakfast, but to the smoke alarm going off, and Barry Allen using his super speed to try and waft the smoke out the window. it still smelt faintly of burnt bacon and toast, but she didn’t mind. It was sweet.
“Come on, get down here and help me devour some eggrolls. So we know you’re not useless at everything.” Mick stuck her tongue out at him, before kicking off his slippers, and curling up on the couch, “Feed me.”
