Burg: Her Breakdown

[gorgonfondness]

Things had been pretty mechanical for the last few days. Life was being lived in something of a haze for the two of them, Alhena occasionally giving them a wakeup call.

But one day, everything smashed into Mia like Vane crashing into the ground.

She simply didn't get out of bed one day, leaving Draco to fend for himself that day.

She just curled up under the covers, softly crying in her pillow.

Ruthless.

She was so ruthless in the war.

And she was so selfish towards Draco.

She deserves this.

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[gorgonfondness]

Once the shirt is buttoned, she puts her arms around Draco.

"I'm sorry. Here, I'll show you how to make a good meal."

A kiss on his cheek and she leads him downstairs.

"We're starting to run low, but we should have enough for another day or two's worth of proper meals. I'll get more groceries tomorrow."

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Sometime after they head downstairs, Alhena was likely going to jump up on the bed to snooze.

In the meantime, Draco clutched Mia's hand as they headed down into the kitchen.

[gorgonfondness]

Another kiss and she gets out the cookbook.

"Is there anything you'd like to learn how to make?"

The book has everything from simple recipes like toast to more difficult recipes like souffles.

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"Any of them that involves no work at all?" Draco replied brightly, "And something with no chance of burning?"
Already done that a few times when he tried to heat some leftovers.

[gorgonfondness]

"I'm afraid you'll actually have to work at it if you want something that tastes good."

She idly turns a page.

"What were you in the mood for? Something sweet? A real meal?"

The current page has a simple recipe for French toast.

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"I could go for something sweet." For such a sour, bitter git, he had a serious sweet tooth. Probably from all the treats his mum used to send him at school.

[gorgonfondness]

French toast will work, then.

"All right. You get the frying pan and spatula. I'll get the plates and forks."

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Draco nodded, and then turned back to her, "...Er, which are those?"

[gorgonfondness]

She puts two of the plates and forks on the table before bringing the last plate and fork back to the counter.

"Frying pan, or skillet. The large, flat one with a lip and a handle."

She gets out a frying pan and shows him.

"And the spatula. A flat, usually slotted head with a handle."

And she holds the spatula out for him to see.

"Can you at least get the ingredients, then? Bread, milk, eggs, butter, cinnamon, and vanilla?"

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Draco fumed silently, already not liking cooking so far. He managed with the ingredients. Somewhat. Labels are your friend in the kitchen. Especially to cooking newbs like Draco.

Ingredients were set out, ready to go.

[gorgonfondness]

She giggles a little at his fuming.

That's more like it.

A kiss on his cheek, a murmured "Thank you," and she gets to work.

She broke one of the eggs in the plate, with a shallow lip perfect for dipping, and used the fork to break the yolk and mix it with the whites.

"See? It's really not too hard," she says, picking up another egg.

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Draco watched her actions, and shrugged, "I guess." Clearly not that enthusiastic still.

[gorgonfondness]

She gives him the egg and says, "Showing you will only do so much good. Trying it is better."

She moves to put away the rest of the eggs. Two should be enough for this.

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Draco ruefully eyed the egg, and then tried to hit it with the fork.

"Bugger!"

Obviously too hard in the middle as he lifted up his hand in disgust, bits of egg shell and white and yolk dripping from it.

[gorgonfondness]

Mia comes back with one egg upon hearing the cry and grabs a dishtowel, which she hands to Draco.

"Carefully, like this."

Once he's cleaned off his hand, she his them in hers, giving him the egg and the fork, guiding him to softly tap the base of the tines against the shell until it cracks in the middle.

Naturally, the situation has left her very close to him.

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Well, this wasn't so bad.

"Oh, all right. Is that all? Seemed more complicated. Are we done?" No, can't be right. They didn't look anything like the french toast he's had before.

[gorgonfondness]

"No, but we're done with the eggs. You don't mind beating them while I add the other ingredients, do you?"

Forks help since that means less mess.

She moves to stand next to him instead of behind him, but they're shoulder to shoulder as she adds the milk, cinnamon, and vanilla.

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"Beat what? Oh." He started mixing the white and yolk together, and watched it change as other ingredients were added. Now it seemed like potions.

"Anything particular way to stir this? Or number of times important?"

[gorgonfondness]

She giggles a little.

"No. Just make sure it's all blended together. I'll get the skillet ready."

She uses the spatula to put a little butter in the pan and starts a fire underneath it.

"If you want, I'll be the one to dip the bread in the batter while you cook it."

That way he doesn't have to worry about any mess.

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Draco nodded as he continued stirring, "All right." Good, hands don't have to get messy.

He just hoped he didn't burn anything this time.

[gorgonfondness]

Mia brings the plates from the table over for the done French toast.

"Here, switch places with me. It'll be easier that way."

She hands him the spatula and takes the fork. With more closeness, of course.

Then she takes a slice of bread and dips it before putting it in the pan.

"It should take about a minute to cook on each side."

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Draco nodded, only he struggled to scrape the toast over to flip it. And it was a bit overdone on the one side when he finally did so.

So it was some relief when he got the first piece on a plate.

"Now are we done?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Not just yet, unless you want the both of us to share that one piece of toast."

A kiss on his cheek.

"You're doing all right."

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Draco brightened at the praise and the kiss.

"Good, guess I can keep going then," he begrudgingly replied.

[gorgonfondness]

It's not much longer before they finish the rest of the toast.

"I'll take the food to the table. What do you like on your toast? Fruit, powdered sugar, syrup?"

Once the plates of French toast goodness are there, Mia goes to get some tea.