Mari began to wander over into the kitchen. She wasn’t sure if it was the weather, the TV cooking show or the fact that she was now thinking about food as he listed them off that was making her hungry. When was the last time she had eaten? It must have been at least three hours ago. Then, she wasn’t a big fan of breakfast, so that was usually cafe con leche and a piece of bread. And sometimes she wouldn’t even eat if it weren’t for the strict scheduled lunches at school. She tended to lose track of time while grading papers or coming up with assignments for the kids.
“Sandwich sounds good. Ham, cheese, lettuce, mayonnaise?” Did he have all that stuff? Was it rude of her to ask? “I make my sister her lunches sometimes. I’ve become a sandwich expert sort of. Peanut butter and jelly. Turkey and cheese. Ham and cheese. Sometimes, if I have time, I’ll make her an omelette and put it in between two pieces of bread with ketchup.” She shrugged. She liked getting creative with food whenever she could, though she much preferred eating it.
"Will do. Wheat or White? And would you like that toasted?" AJ made sure to wash his hands no matter how much water they had been through recently before starting to pull out sandwich ingredients. He wouldn't say he was a master cook, but the risk of burning anything when he was trying to impress her even the slightest bit was minimal with sandwiches. It was also one of the harder things to mess up even as he was listening while he worked at putting it together.
"Eggs and ketchup?" Admittedly it wasn't something he had really thought of before but that wasn't entirely unusual. If something wasn't broke, then why bother fixing it as long as it worked? Food was pretty much the same way and he would rather have it end up a little too bland than a little too much to handle... Or more likely just ending up sucking because he had to try something new. If it wasn’t in a recipe book then he likely hadn’t tried putting it together. “Please tell me it’s a least a cheese omelet because otherwise what’s the use in not just making basically scrambled eggs?”
Mari settled into a comfortable position by the counter and watched him work. She wasn’t used to someone making her food for her, other than her mother, but even then she helped out too. “White is fine. Toasted. You want me to make one for you since you’re making one for me?” She felt completely useless otherwise, and she liked to keep busy if only to keep her wild thoughts at bay. Living with three women in the house who often all had their periods or mood swings or random cravings all at the same time made for interesting meals sometimes.
“Cheese, onions, sometimes chopped bits of ham or turkey or whatever meat we can find around. Potatoes too, but that takes a bit more time, so usually no potatoes. Some salt and pepper, put it all together with some bread with mayonnaise and ketchup and you have a nice, mostly balanced meal all in one.” She eyed the refrigerator curiously, postively dying for something to do. “Or I could get us the drinks?” She walked over to the fridge and just glanced out the window, frowning ever so slightly. “Rain seems to be slowing down.”