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prankstrinchief (prankstrinchief) wrote in pandorarpg,

George had laid in bed a while longer when she got up to shower, content to just stay there and not move. Unlike most days he didn't want to get out of bed, this was because he was so satisfied that it seemed better to stay there than move. But once Ally was gone, it wasn't as warm or as comfortable, even with Gidget laying on his chest and stomach. So he sat up, unsettling the dog, found a pair of sweats he could pull on easily, and headed out to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes a bit as he went.

He stuck his head in the fridge to see what he had, and coming up with nothing terribly interesting, he decided pancakes were the best way to go. He did have some fruit he could put on top of them at least, to spice them up a bit. His mother would shake her head at him if he just served plain pancakes with no added effort. Couldn't have shaking mother heads. So he pulled out the pan and required ingredients, and by the time Ally emerged, he was pouring batter into the hot skillet and cooking them up.

He looked over at the sound of her voice, and saw what she was wearing. It was strange how hot she looked in his shirt, why that was so much more attractive than if she'd walked out in her dress, he didn't know, but he had to keep from drooling at the sight. He smiled before turning back to the stove and flipping the pancakes. "Nothing terribly special. I didn't know I'd be entertaining this morning or I'd have stocked the fridge better. So pancakes and some fruit. Hope that's alright." Gidget was sitting at George's feet very obediently, waiting for a taste of whatever was being cooked. That was his customary spot whenever food was involved: underfoot.