27_53: (looking at you)
27_53 ([personal profile] 27_53) wrote in [personal profile] last_kallig 2024-07-21 08:19 pm (UTC)

"I would like that," he says brightly.

Once they have gotten up from the bed (he neatens the sheets and blankets while she is in the bathroom; she fixes the pillows while he has his turn) eventually they find themselves in the kitchen. He has pulled over the stepstool also, so she can be tall enough to be beside him at the stove. He has eggs, milk (white, not blue), bread, and a bowl in front of him, along with a whisk.

"I have heard a few names for this," he explains as he starts to crack the eggs into the bowl. "Most commonly it is 'French Toast', here, but I am used to it as 'Eggy Bread'," he shrugs. "It is good for using up bread that has gone a bit stale."

He realizes the concept of 'stale' may be strange, for someone who has had to scour for lichen and moss for nutrition. "Older, bread. This is bread," he points at the slices he has sat out. "These are eggs. This is milk, you add the milk into the eggs and stir it up, make a sort of batter to cover the bread..."

He adds a hint of cinnamon, a little bit of vanilla, then puts butter onto a pan on the stove - it starts to sizzle as it warms. "...then we will dunk the bread into the mix and let it get a bit soft, before we put it on the pan."

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