Wow.
Talk about a stocked freezer. The past few mornings, I had been basically starving because I was just sick and tired of cereal. I hadn’t known I could have walked into the kitchen and make whatever I wanted.
Meg was the normal cook around here, and I didn’t want to step on her toes even if she wasn’t here right now.
Normally, by the time I had woken up, there was always coffee and cereal set out. Now that I knew I could wander into the kitchen and cook my little ass off, things were going to change.
There was even a drawer with a bunch of potatoes and onions in it. I had only ever seen Meg, never spoken to her, but I heard rumors of her amazing cooking skills. And by the looks of the stocked kitchen, they weren’t lying.
I was in Heaven with everything she had in this kitchen.
Today, we were going to have scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, and maybe even sausage if I felt like making it. Pie was going to be in love with me when he saw what I was about to whip up.
Nothing extremely impressive, but it was a million times better than cold cereal.
“What are you smiling for?”
I whipped around with a dozen eggs in my hands. “Jesus,” I gasped. “You scared the hell out of me.”
Frost leaned against the entryway of the kitchen and folded his arms over his chest. “I thought you could hear everything?”
I frowned. “I meant I could hear when you guys were talking so loud. Not when you’re sneaking up on me like a biker ninja.”
“Biker ninja?” Frost laughed. “Gotta say, I’ve never been called that before. Think I could add that to my resume?”
“You need a resume when you’re a ninja biker?” I chided.
He shrugged. “Probably not. I guess it’s always good to have, though.”
I shook my head and turned back to the fridge. “I thought I had thirty minutes before you guys started invading the kitchen.” I grabbed a loaf of bread and set it on the counter next to the stove with the eggs.
“Thought I would come in and see if you needed any help.”
“How are you going to help me when you don’t know how to cook?” I laughed.
“I figure I can chop some shit for you or something.”
“Maybe you should add that to your resume, too. Chopper of shit,” I suggested.
“I can only do that if you let me help you.”
I set the potatoes I had grabbed from the drawer on the cutting board. “Well, start with this shit to chop.”
“Potatoes?” he asked.
I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Yes, potatoes. Then when you finish those, you can mince up an onion.” I grabbed an oni
on and set it next to the potatoes.
“Whoa, whoa,” he laughed. “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. That’s a lot of shit chopping.”
I shook my head. “Maybe we should stop calling everything shit.” I grabbed a knife and set it next to the potatoes. “Try not to cut any of your digits off. Pie is expecting a gourmet meal.”
“Fuck Pie,” Frost grumbled. He grabbed the bag of potatoes and ripped it open. “He’s only in it for the food.”
I laughed and crouched down to find a frying pan in the cabinet. “At least he is upfront about it.” I grabbed two fry pans and set them on the front burners. “I changed my mind. Start with the onion first.”
Frost dropped the potato in his hand and reached for the onion. “This shit is going to make me cry, isn’t it?” he asked.