Sequel

I know I have typos and I keep forgetting to go through again and fix them. Some of it is me missing the typos and mixed up words entirely. Though. Usually when I mix up hire and higher I'm sick in some sort of fashion or... carrying on a conversation while watching a show while reading for homework while writing. Which I can successfully do if the homework doesn't bore me.

Anywho.

This was so quiet that I didn't delve into the actual "conversation" part because I was afraid if I paid too much attention something would explode and I wanted them to have a relaxing day.

Yes, you can chew on rosemary leaves. Not the smartest idea for most people, because nearly everyone I've heard from says they are way too strong, but you can. And if you really like rosemary it can be quite tasty. And tingly...

Anyways. Read, Review and Enjoy.





When Rel woke the next morning Muan was in the kitchen with the laptop on the counter and a bowl in his hands. The Sidhe held the bowl to one side of his head and frowned at the screen before moving the bowl from one side of his head to the other rapidly. Rel frowned, confused, but decided to leave Muan to it. He went to the bathroom and washed, brushed his teeth and all his morning routines. He turned his head this way and that and studied his chin. Not a whisker in sight.

Not that he really expected to see one, but it was a habit from adolescence that had stuck.

Back in the kitchen, Muan was dumping a drinking glass of flour into the bowl.

“Whoa!” Rel stopped Muan from adding another glass of flower to the bowl and glanced at the laptop screen. A website page that stated that a cup was… a drinking glass. Well. Yes, in some placed that would be true, but baking not so much, “what are you making.”

Muan looked down at the bowl and then at Rel, “ancahk.”

“…” Guess, was all he could do, “pancake?”

“Yes.”

Rel took the bowl from Muan’s hands and tilted it from one side to the other. Eggs and egg shells. Rel took it to the bathroom and dumped the mix down the toilet. He took the bowl back to the kitchen and put it in the sink. A clean bowl replaced it, beside Muan’s laptop, and Rel pulled out the ingredients for pancakes. He glanced at the site that Muan was taking the recipe from and found the problem immediately.

“Crack the eggs-”

“Lel,” Muan glanced between Rel and the laptop and then to the bowl.

Right, slow and steady gets the point across. Rel tapped his lips, drawing Muan’s attention to him.

“Crack the eggs,” he said slowly before demonstrating. His own recipe separated the yolks and the egg whites for a fluffier pancake but that was a bit complex for someone who was learning how to cook. Rel set the shells aside, to deal with them later, and tapped his bottom lip, “whisk the eggs.”

Whisk. As in a brushing movement from side to side, rather than actually using egg beaters? Rel fetched the egg beater from the drawer and demonstrated for a moment before handing the bowl and beater over to Muan. The Sidhe went at it, beating the eggs into a frothy mess. Air was good.

Or something.

Rel made Muan stop and set the eggs on the counter before he slowly led the Sidhe through the steps of making pancake batter. The cooking was a bit trickier. Rel tried to explain all tips and tricks for making pancakes but the only part that Muan seemed to understand was the flip.

Yes, Muan could flip pancakes perfectly.

The pancakes ended up burned or undercooked and tasted off or salty or, strangely, like oranges. But Muan was pleased with the breakfast and had eaten it all, thus Rel had done his best to eat the pancakes.

After breakfast they sat at the craft box and finished making the winter festival crafts, decorating a good deal of the apartment. The left over bits of the crafts Rel tucked into the cupboard. The cardboard box he was going to break down. Instead he left it by the elevator and wrote, recycling on the side of it.

He and Muan had a conversation as to what recycling was, a conversation that took place in a word processor of the computer. Muan’s grammatical skills were lacking and many of the words were used in the wrong context but Rel could make out most of it.

Their day was quiet after that.

Muan moved the couch from one side of the apartment to in front of the plants, facing the windows and the huge tub. Rel sat on the couch, relaxing with a book as Muan moved amongst the plants. The Sidhe shifted trees and small plants about, thusly changing the amount of sunlight each plant got. Muan watered a few of the plants and nibbled on a few others. The Sidhe presented Rel with a sprig of rosemary, one of the few herbs Rel could recognise in its natural state. Rel chewed thoughtfully on a few of the bristles. The bright flavour was entirely different from dried rosemary. No chemicals, no processed chemicals filling every molecule.

When Muan went down for a nap, so did Rel. The day was so quiet that it was almost peaceful.

Almost.


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