<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/d0a0bc2f86e4487f57e29c0d73459b33/tumblr_pigslsmIB11r8j1j3o2_r1_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22st 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Some godawful time in the morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Cooking breakfast<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Huntress, Open<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://natashaskitchen.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Egg-Muffins-600x900.jpg)</div>Brion woke up with his alarm. He wanted to sleep in today, especially after last night. When Helena kissed him he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. It took took all his strength to lift her up and away from him. The last thing he wanted was for her to believe he was some drunken mistake or worse, he would take advantage of her when he should have been her friend.<br/><br/>He was going to roll over and talk about it. It was the adult thing to do, not make things completely awkward between them just after they started getting along again. He accomplished the rolling over part no problem, it took an act of courage to get himself there but he did. And of course she wasn't there. A quick look and he saw that her stuff was still present. Good. He didn't chase her off by not allowing things to go further.<br/><br/>It never occurred to him to actually find his own room. They had been sleeping here side by side since they arrived. Not that he read anything into it but normally he'd have just picked out another sleeping quarters after the first morning. He decided to get up and make her that breakfast he promised. He had to stop himself at the door because when you sleep in the nude in your own home you develop habits like walking around nude and cooking nude. He was sure no one needed to see him like that so he put on some shorts and then padded downstairs to the kitchen.<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.apartmenttherapy.info/image/fetch/f_auto,q_auto:eco/https%3A%2F%2Fstorage.googleapis.com%2Fgen-atmedia%2F3%2F2019%2F01%2F57dbb9bf348152c0f2482e94cd09f475761d957f.jpeg)</div><br/>Looking in the pantry and the two fridges he was happy to have a fully stocked kitchen to work with. The knives would need some sharpening but he was good with that. He made pancakes, a frying pan full of bacon and one for sausages. This was Helena, proteins were going to be important after her run or workout. He didn't know what she preferred so he started with a few trays of bacon and egg muffins he'd worked out and then started on the hollandaise sauce for eggs Benedict, one of his favourites.<br/><br/>He also suspected that there would be a few others coming down and wanting to partake of what he made. He didn't mind that as long as Helena was happy with what she got. With that in mind he knew he needed to slice up some kind of potato offering too, so he got some potatoes and cut up some home-fries and put them in the oven.