It isn't a large kitchen, and she doesn't have a lot in it, but pancakes aren't hard, no matter what. Flour. Baking powder. A little sugar. There's no buttermilk, so he improvises with a tablespoon of lemon juice and some regular milk. Glances back over at her while he waits for it to sour, and he can't help it. The way it breaks across his face, like the dawn. Clear and constant.
How did they get here? How did they finally get here?
(How does he know it's finally?
But that's a thought he brushes aside, the way he brushes aside how well he knows this apartment.)
Only looking away to make a well in the dry ingredients and pour in the wet, before searching for a whisk to combine it with. There's an electric griddle under the counter, but he opts against it, finds a smaller frying pan to set on the stovetop instead, before picking up the bowl to whisk it all together.
Simple, but satisfying. And isn't that the way it should be?
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Date: 2018-08-08 02:40 am (UTC)It isn't a large kitchen, and she doesn't have a lot in it, but pancakes aren't hard, no matter what. Flour. Baking powder. A little sugar. There's no buttermilk, so he improvises with a tablespoon of lemon juice and some regular milk. Glances back over at her while he waits for it to sour, and he can't help it. The way it breaks across his face, like the dawn. Clear and constant.
How did they get here? How did they finally get here?
(How does he know it's finally?
But that's a thought he brushes aside, the way he brushes aside how well he knows this apartment.)
Only looking away to make a well in the dry ingredients and pour in the wet, before searching for a whisk to combine it with. There's an electric griddle under the counter, but he opts against it, finds a smaller frying pan to set on the stovetop instead, before picking up the bowl to whisk it all together.
Simple, but satisfying. And isn't that the way it should be?