(tf2honey) "Hello?" Honey poked her head out of the kitchen a bit, looking for the noise she'd heard. "If you want breakfast, you'd best hurry. Scrambled eggs and hot buttermilk biscuits don't last long in here."
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Soldier rolled onto the floor with a loud thud. “Ah, fuck.” He moaned as he rubbed the back of his neck. After spending the last twelve hours watching World War 2 Documentaries, and passing out on the couch, this wasn’t exactly the most glamorous way of being woken up. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of eggs being cooked that Jane finally decided to open his eyes. He raised his head as Honey poked her head out of the door.
“Ma’am, there is nothing I want more than an All-American breakfast.”
He slowly stood up with a stretch and walked in the kitchen, plopping down at the kitchen counter. He thanked the chef before digging into the meal. Between chews, he proudly declared, “Tastes just like dad use to make! Fantastic Job, Soldier! I’d give you a medal if I had one.”
