Flapjack.

she awoke to the smell of pancakes. this time, she knew exactly who was making breakfast and nothing beat a ready made breakfast. she never got used to cook in the morning. by the time she got up, she would be too hungry to mess with stoves or frying pans, sometimes even the toaster was tad too tedious. it was heavenly to be able to crawl out of bed and straight to the table, skipping all the necessary routines to make herself a presentable eating companion. with him, it didn't matter. he had seen worst, just as she had. she buried herself under the covers, waiting for him to come in with the steaming chocolate.

朝食を待っている。