Since arriving at the Honjou household, Ed had shown a habit of waking up early in the morning to make himself breakfast. He'd developed it early on in his three-year exile to another dimension. Starting a skillet going on the stove, Ed gathered the ingredients he'd need for his favorite: three eggs, sunny-side-up. He cracked the eggs, dropping them into the skillet as he stretched and yawned. Waking up early was hard, but it was worth it for having a few quiet moments in the morning to himself.
He salted and peppered the eggs just the way he liked... and turned as he heard the door open. "Ah, good morning Jo!" he said in a cheerful greeting. "What's up?"
"Oh, Ed." she greeted, seeming sleepy but cheerful. "I wanted to get something to eat... Are you always up this early?"
He replied with a bright nod. "Yep! I'm making eggs sunny-side up. Want some?"
Jo nodded a yes. "Sure." She sat down, and Ed got a second plate, serving her her eggs as soon as they finished. He cracked three more for himself, and started seasoning again.
"Oh, I didn't mean to take yours..." Jo started to protest. Ed just smiled and shook his head.
"The chef eats last. Otherwise I might make a mistake making yours. So, what's up?"
The two made small talk as he prepared his meal. The weather, health, little details about who they'd seen over the three years everyone was separated. Scrapes they got into, and out of. She showed him some of her drawings. He offered to show her some of the 'totally wicked cool' stuff he'd been working on. She politely declined. Before he'd realized it, the eggs were gone. Wait, when had he eaten them? Jo took the dishes to the sink, and Ed stood from the table and stretched.
Ed suddenly realized that they'd been basically talking about nothing for the last twenty-five minutes, and that he had no issues going on doing that all day. Before he had time to really let that sink in, his thoughts were interrupted.
"Mi Sirenita!" called a familiar Spanish voice as Gabriel peeked into the room. "Ah! There you are... I was looking everywhere!" He turned to extend his hand warmly to Ed. "And Señor Judío Pequeño as well! Good morning." Gabriel had taken to calling him that. He wasn't sure what it meant, but it sounded pretty refined, he supposed.
Jo walked over to him, and the two started talking about something or another. Ed wasn't really paying attention anymore, busying himself with clearing off the stove and cleaning the skillet. He overheard the two talking. Then his voice hushed. He heard her hushed reply, and craned his head back over his shoulder. Gabriel had on his usual just-won-the-lotto grin, and Jo was also obviously smiling, a hand over her mouth to try in vain to hide a blush.
The sight upset him for reasons he couldn't quite put a finger on. It was just a general-purpose 'bad feeling.' Still, this is why I'm fighting, isn't it? To preserve moments like this, so everyone can be happy. He thought about Lily and Amado and Ren and Jin and the rest of his friends. Yeah... that's right I'm fighting so that everyone can still smile after it's all over. They're no different, either.
"Hey, Ed?" Jo said, turning back towards him as she pointed to the door. "Gabriel and I are going to go for a quick walk. Good luck with your practice!"
"Yeah, you guys have fun!" he replied, waving as the two left. He finished up cleaning the skillet, hanging it back on the wall.
For some reason, Ed's stomach seemed to have twisted itself into a knot. Was it the eggs? He hoped that he'd done a proper job cooking Jo's... it wouldn't do if he made someone else sick.
"Hey, Ed! Are you all set?" called Lucas from the garden outside.
"I'll be right there!" Ed pushed the thoughts out of his head, running outside. He'd just have to power through it, he supposed. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd had to.
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He salted and peppered the eggs just the way he liked... and turned as he heard the door open. "Ah, good morning Jo!" he said in a cheerful greeting. "What's up?"
"Oh, Ed." she greeted, seeming sleepy but cheerful. "I wanted to get something to eat... Are you always up this early?"
He replied with a bright nod. "Yep! I'm making eggs sunny-side up. Want some?"
Jo nodded a yes. "Sure." She sat down, and Ed got a second plate, serving her her eggs as soon as they finished. He cracked three more for himself, and started seasoning again.
"Oh, I didn't mean to take yours..." Jo started to protest. Ed just smiled and shook his head.
"The chef eats last. Otherwise I might make a mistake making yours. So, what's up?"
The two made small talk as he prepared his meal. The weather, health, little details about who they'd seen over the three years everyone was separated. Scrapes they got into, and out of. She showed him some of her drawings. He offered to show her some of the 'totally wicked cool' stuff he'd been working on. She politely declined. Before he'd realized it, the eggs were gone. Wait, when had he eaten them? Jo took the dishes to the sink, and Ed stood from the table and stretched.
Ed suddenly realized that they'd been basically talking about nothing for the last twenty-five minutes, and that he had no issues going on doing that all day. Before he had time to really let that sink in, his thoughts were interrupted.
"Mi Sirenita!" called a familiar Spanish voice as Gabriel peeked into the room. "Ah! There you are... I was looking everywhere!" He turned to extend his hand warmly to Ed. "And Señor Judío Pequeño as well! Good morning." Gabriel had taken to calling him that. He wasn't sure what it meant, but it sounded pretty refined, he supposed.
Jo walked over to him, and the two started talking about something or another. Ed wasn't really paying attention anymore, busying himself with clearing off the stove and cleaning the skillet. He overheard the two talking. Then his voice hushed. He heard her hushed reply, and craned his head back over his shoulder. Gabriel had on his usual just-won-the-lotto grin, and Jo was also obviously smiling, a hand over her mouth to try in vain to hide a blush.
The sight upset him for reasons he couldn't quite put a finger on. It was just a general-purpose 'bad feeling.' Still, this is why I'm fighting, isn't it? To preserve moments like this, so everyone can be happy. He thought about Lily and Amado and Ren and Jin and the rest of his friends. Yeah... that's right I'm fighting so that everyone can still smile after it's all over. They're no different, either.
"Hey, Ed?" Jo said, turning back towards him as she pointed to the door. "Gabriel and I are going to go for a quick walk. Good luck with your practice!"
"Yeah, you guys have fun!" he replied, waving as the two left. He finished up cleaning the skillet, hanging it back on the wall.
For some reason, Ed's stomach seemed to have twisted itself into a knot. Was it the eggs? He hoped that he'd done a proper job cooking Jo's... it wouldn't do if he made someone else sick.
"Hey, Ed! Are you all set?" called Lucas from the garden outside.
"I'll be right there!" Ed pushed the thoughts out of his head, running outside. He'd just have to power through it, he supposed. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd had to.