Breakfast, anyone? Who: Mick and OPEN Where: the kitchen When: early morning
Mick had always been a morning person. His mother used to claim that he would wake her up, standing in his little bed, beaming at her and that he rarely ever fussed or cried. Although he wasn't sure if that was all true, he sure was perky even after only a few hours of sleep, which often annoyed others immensely.
After a quick shower he had pulled a black T-Shirt out of his closet without even looking, at least it matched the black Dickies he had worn yesterday, and had traveled downstairs to check out the kitchen. And while he was there, why not make breakfast? Soon he was busy frying bacon and a mushroom and cheese omelet, in a third pan he made a few pancakes. Growing up in his family he'd never think about preparing food just for himself, so he made sure that at least a few housemates could be fed with the breakfast he was preparing.
Humming a tune that had been stuck in his head for days now he cut up some green onions he had found to go with the omelet, there were plates out, butter and toast and various spreads he dug up, creating a little breakfast smorgasbord.