Date: 2012-03-05 12:51 am (UTC)
countpuckula: (laugh)
From: [personal profile] countpuckula
As Rachel went off to see to her hand, Puck got to his feet but he didn’t get started on breakfast right away. He waited until she was out of sight in the bathroom because damn if she didn’t look good in those little shorts as she walked away.

Shaking his head, he took the carton of eggs out of the fridge, rinsed out the frying pan and set to work. It wasn’t too hard to scramble eggs, he found; the most annoying part being picking the bits of shell out of the pan that managed to fall in. Apparently he had to work on his egg cracking skills. Pushing it about the pan, he added a little salt and pepper... okay, maybe more than a little, and popped some toast down. Now toast he could do, he was an expert at making toast. By the time Rachel returned everything was just about ready, including the coffee.

“Not bad, if I do say so myself. Maybe I can convince my boss to give me some kitchen time,” he said with a grin. He hated his job, running the cash and some fast food joint nearby. As much as he was glad to be free of Lima, both his jobs there had been way better than this one.
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