"Perfect timing. Care to take these to the table while I get us some coffee?" I grinned at him as I turned to him with the plates, handing them over to him.
"I'd be happy too." He took the plates and headed for the same small table we'd eaten at the evening before. I rinsed the dishes I had used to cook, planning to wash them after breakfast. I poured two mugs of coffee, adding vanilla creamer and flavored syrup to mine. To Tristan's I added only flavored syrup, but his was english toffee.
I took the coffee out to the table and set his mug in front of him before taking a seat across from him and sipping mine. "Mmmm, the sustenance that keeps me from murdering people on a daily basis."
"That's a bit much don't you think? You're far too kind and caring to kill people on a daily basis. Weekly maybe, but not daily."
