It wasn’t really morning anymore, more the early noon, when Talon stood in the kitchen, giving his best to make bacon and eggs he just had stolen from the market. Unseen of course. Carefully he tasted the results and threw away the fork afterwards in disappointment. It was ‘okay’. Only fucking okay. That would never be good enough. Maybe he should bother Graves someday to teach him cooking.
With a sigh Talon filled the meal onto a plate and then he started over. At least one try had to be better than that. Just because Fate deserved a better breakfast. And the other people in this house, too, somehow.