#ft. egg

[strawberrytar]

divine intervention ! 

commissioned by @cow4u ! (click 4 quality!) 

[saliida-blog]

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Send ♢ for my Muse to make yours some dinner.

Silence is hanging dreadfully in between Chef, and their unexpected guest. With only the low, simmering sound of cooking food as ambiance, the discomfort of the whole situation is very real, and very apparent. Even with the long drive, they still have yet to get much information out of the kid, and not being one to push anything, Chef has mostly left him alone.

Instead, they’re standing awkwardly with their back to him, pushing a friend egg around the pan. Chef has never been a huge fan of eggs, but it was the first thing they saw in the refrigerator, and the quiet boy wasn’t exactly being very picky. The egg is eventually thrown, with little confidence, between two pieces of bread.

Chef finds at least a small amount of relief in being able to provide him an actual plate, as opposed to whatever they would have had to cobble together in the lab if the house hadn’t been available. When they pull up a chair, a hand comes to nervously rub the back of their neck, and they always keep their eyes just enough to the side to avoid eye contact.

“————i can make more if that ain’t enough.”