"Good morning! I made breakfast," Cherlynn placed a plate on the table and dished out some food for Apollo, "I'm tired of eating take out so I thought I'd cook, go on and try it, tell me what you think."
He sat down at the table and looked at his breakfast with much skepticism. Cherlynn furrowed her brows at his expression, she had spent an hour slaving over a hot stove for those eggs to turn out good.
"Well?!" Cherlynn questioned the golden eyed man, "aren't you going to taste it?"
"It looks like it's still alive," Apollo responded warily, "what kind of meat is it?"
Cherlynn grabbed his plate angrily and glared at Apollo, "they're eggs!"
"Oh." Those were eggs? Then why were they brown?
"look I'm not a five star gourmet chef like your dear sweet Marley okay, I did the best I could!"
Apollo raised his hands over his chest defensively, "I didn't say anything.."
"Yeah but you thought about it!"
