Breakfast
Apr 17, 2014 22:13:22 GMT -5
Post by Megan on Apr 17, 2014 22:13:22 GMT -5
Megan rose earlier than the others, which couldn't really be considered a habit with her so much as a behavioral tool to be deployed when she knew she wasn't going to get any other time to herself. There was a kitchen in the main residence, where they were all staying, and she was surprised to find some turkey bacon and eggs in the oversized industrial refrigerator. Adrian must have had them sent there before their arrival, since there was food more easily recognizable as Veidt Chow in there too. The specific choice of turkey bacon for the non-vegetarians in the party seemed a little odd, though, right up until she remembered that Dan was Jewish. She had no idea if he kept kosher or not, but she supposed it made sense for Adrian to be careful about that.
Remembering that Dan was there at all soured her mood over again, though, and she aggressively started cooking half of the rasher of turkey bacon to distract herself. It didn't sizzle as loudly as normal bacon, and she remembered from childhood that turkey bacon needed to be crisp or it'd taste kind of weird. It didn't have the leeway that regular bacon did. This made it a better distraction than anticipated.
Stupid Dan. Stupid Adrian. Stupid her, for getting mad at Dan when Adrian was signing her checks. Then again, it wasn't like Dan didn't have anywhere else to go the way she hadn't...
Megan oiled and turned on the skillet surface and went to whip together a full dozen eggs with goat milk. The others would be out there eventually, and they'd want breakfast too. She salted and peppered the mixture and then carefully poured it onto the skillet, creating a thick yellowy liquid sheet that she prodded toward the middle with a spatula until it began to form a fluffy pile of scrambled eggs- probably the biggest she'd ever seen. She let the eggs sit and cook for a few seconds while she turned the bacon a few more times and then put it on a plate lined with paper towels to drain off what little fat was dripping from it.
After scooping the eggs into a bowl and turning off the skillet, Megan started cutting up melons and strawberries from the refrigerator and setting the chopped fruit in another bowl at the edge of the counter. By the time she had finished everything and had sorted the dishes into the industrial dishwasher, she realized she'd made a meal large enough to feed all of them, and she was the only one there to eat it.
She put some of everything on her plate and went to go sit in the curved window overlooking the sea. There was enough shade from the mastic trees growing just outside that she could see her reflection, and it startled her all over again. She could feel that her hair didn't cover her neck anymore, but seeing it was another matter. The reflection was a bit dim, but she could just make out the way her hair fell over her forehead and framed her cheeks, and how large her eyes looked with only the upper lids lined and winged.
It suddenly occurred to her that for the first time in months, possibly longer, she was pretty, even with the scar. She'd been lucky; it didn't disturb the symmetry of her face or affect her expressions. She smiled experimentally, and it softly folded into her cheek, noticeable but not bothersome. Short hair suited her, as well; it looked done even though all she'd done was brush it and stick a headband in it.
The idea that she was pretty after all was strangely heartening, even with everything she was going to have to put up with here in Greece. It made her feel less like some kind of put-upon little Igor, and more like she had a right to take up space here too, right alongside Nina Fortner, who at least seemed to be very pleasant. It was probably the growing up away from Adrian that had done that.
She got up to get her book from the counter and another piece of turkey bacon, walking a little less slumped now.
Remembering that Dan was there at all soured her mood over again, though, and she aggressively started cooking half of the rasher of turkey bacon to distract herself. It didn't sizzle as loudly as normal bacon, and she remembered from childhood that turkey bacon needed to be crisp or it'd taste kind of weird. It didn't have the leeway that regular bacon did. This made it a better distraction than anticipated.
Stupid Dan. Stupid Adrian. Stupid her, for getting mad at Dan when Adrian was signing her checks. Then again, it wasn't like Dan didn't have anywhere else to go the way she hadn't...
Megan oiled and turned on the skillet surface and went to whip together a full dozen eggs with goat milk. The others would be out there eventually, and they'd want breakfast too. She salted and peppered the mixture and then carefully poured it onto the skillet, creating a thick yellowy liquid sheet that she prodded toward the middle with a spatula until it began to form a fluffy pile of scrambled eggs- probably the biggest she'd ever seen. She let the eggs sit and cook for a few seconds while she turned the bacon a few more times and then put it on a plate lined with paper towels to drain off what little fat was dripping from it.
After scooping the eggs into a bowl and turning off the skillet, Megan started cutting up melons and strawberries from the refrigerator and setting the chopped fruit in another bowl at the edge of the counter. By the time she had finished everything and had sorted the dishes into the industrial dishwasher, she realized she'd made a meal large enough to feed all of them, and she was the only one there to eat it.
She put some of everything on her plate and went to go sit in the curved window overlooking the sea. There was enough shade from the mastic trees growing just outside that she could see her reflection, and it startled her all over again. She could feel that her hair didn't cover her neck anymore, but seeing it was another matter. The reflection was a bit dim, but she could just make out the way her hair fell over her forehead and framed her cheeks, and how large her eyes looked with only the upper lids lined and winged.
It suddenly occurred to her that for the first time in months, possibly longer, she was pretty, even with the scar. She'd been lucky; it didn't disturb the symmetry of her face or affect her expressions. She smiled experimentally, and it softly folded into her cheek, noticeable but not bothersome. Short hair suited her, as well; it looked done even though all she'd done was brush it and stick a headband in it.
The idea that she was pretty after all was strangely heartening, even with everything she was going to have to put up with here in Greece. It made her feel less like some kind of put-upon little Igor, and more like she had a right to take up space here too, right alongside Nina Fortner, who at least seemed to be very pleasant. It was probably the growing up away from Adrian that had done that.
She got up to get her book from the counter and another piece of turkey bacon, walking a little less slumped now.