| Estllin |
 31 F |
| quiet, comforting simplicity of a morning that, for once, felt like it had gone off without a hitch. Well, mostly. She glanced at the slightly charred potatoes with a wry smile. "At least next time, I’ll call it a ‘culinary experiment.’" |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| For a moment, Estllin allowed herself to just be present. No apprenticeships, no studying, no looming uncertainties about her future. Just her, her breakfast, and the - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| "Not too bad for a walking disaster," she mused between bites, her tone light and self-deprecating. The eggs were soft and savory, the toast buttery perfection, and even the extra crispy potatoes added an oddly satisfying texture. - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| As she bit into a piece of buttered toast, the satisfying crunch filled the otherwise still room. Her stomach, growling loudly in appreciation, was quick to forgive the burnt potatoes as she eagerly tucked into her breakfast. - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| Estllin sat down with a content sigh, her mismatched socks poking out from beneath her chair, one bright red, the other pale blue. Outside, the day was just beginning, the village streets still quiet save for the occasional - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| deserved, arranging the eggs, toast, and potatoes like a masterpiece on a simple white dish. The table near the window beckoned her, sunlight warming the wooden surface as she carried her breakfast over. - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| one with the spatula, wincing as it gave off a faint crackle of burnt edges. "Close enough," she declared with a grin, refusing to let a little char ruin her morning. She plated the food with more care than it really - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| nose and blinked at the now-sharp details of the kitchen around her. The eggs were fluffy, the toast perfectly crisp, and the potatoes… well, they were a bit more on the "extra crispy" side than she'd intended. She poked - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| a clatter, and Estllin cursed softly under her breath. "Of course." She crouched down to retrieve them, but not before nearly bumping her head on the stove as she stood up. "Focus, Estllin. Focus." She finally settled her glasses on her - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| stirring the eggs and checking the potatoes. Predictably, chaos ensued. In her haste, she bumped into the counter with her hip, hard enough to send her glasses flying off her head. They hit the stone floor with - |
