Heron mingle

[exothermia]

Who: Heron and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: the Heron
When: April

[Hello birdies! We've got new bunks and a quieter engine, and possibly some rumours stuck to the fridge. What are you getting up to this month?]

Comments

[axiomed]

[ His expression softens at that. ]

I'll be sure to restrain any mocking comments.

[exothermia]

I'm sure you will.

[He sets about making the french 'toast' in earnest. The mixing bowls come out, as does the whisk and measuring cups. Erik directs Charles to liquefy the egg substitute in a bowl, as it does no good to anyone in its weird flaky form. Meanwhile he works on the batter for the toast-slash-pancake, mixing it vigorously before lighting the stovetop to cook it.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles works quietly and diligently. It's a comfortable atmosphere and he finds himself sinking into it without further thought. ]

[exothermia]

[It's a rhythm Erik seeks out every day, at least once. The act of making food is repetitive and calming, and there's always an end result to prove what you've done. It's little wonder this was one of the first habits he returned to, when he started to inch out of his depression.

Eventually, Erik flips the goods in the pan one more time, and slides it onto a plate.]

Definitely more pancake than toast. Still, it will do.

[axiomed]

[ He smiles gratefully. ]

Thank you Erik. I'm sure it's marvelous.

[exothermia]

As long as you think so.

[He did make enough for himself, so he takes his own plate and sits at the table.]

[axiomed]

I was not aware my culinary opinion held so much water.

[ He takes his cutlery, cutting delicately into the toast. ]

[exothermia]

Well, as the one who requested it... it matters.

[axiomed]

[ He chuckles. ]

It's lovely, Erik.