In the kitchen...
Ryn slipped the sunny-side eggs into the plate. She prepared four eggs for herself and two for him. For sausages, she made five for her and two for him. She made toast for both of them. She patted her shoulders proudly with invisible hands after she put two slices of bread into the toaster, remembering how she insisted to have a loaf of bread at the grocery store yesterday despite his refusal. In order to create a balanced meal for him, she included some baked beans and some vegetables. But she did not put them into the plate. Err... her plate to be precise.
Eating bunny food?
No, thank you.
She put both plates on the dining table before returned to check on the coffee machine. She nodded approvingly but did not make a move to pour the hot coffee into two mugs. Instead, she went to the refrigerator to take out a carton of milk.
