"It's ready, miss Solace." she called. Took long enough you thought. By the time she was finished you snacked on other treats, you're still hungry though. You left enough room for the omelet, and the mouse. You get up from the couch and into the kitchen. She was right, the omelet is finished and the mousy girl was sitting on the rim of the plate. You pick it up and sat at the table. Inspecting the omelet you noticed it was well crafted, until you took a bite out of it.
It was amazing, to say the least. You tasted all the ingredients: egg, ham, bacon and not a single spice out of space. Not as good as how Geeaness makes them, but close. You look at the micen, sitting so fondly and smiling as if she knows how well she made it. "Get on it," you demand. The mouse's smile went away. "What do you mean, miss? I-is it not to your liking?" it asked.
"It is. However I need to set some ground rules. Get on the omelet." you demanded once again. She obeys, with her eyes down she sat in the middle of the omelet. You pull out another bite with the fork and put it in your mouth. The sensational flavor didn't leave. "What's your name?" you asked with your mouth full.
" Mi sir Geeaness called me Bibi." She said, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
You swallow down the food. "Well Bibi, take a look at the clock. Breakfast ended half an hour ago. Took you almost four hours to make a damn omelet. I understand it's probably your size, but that's not going to happen anymore. If you're going to live here, or live at all, I'd prefer to eat my breakfast at seven or eight o'clock sharp. That means you wake up earlier than me and spend your morning cooking or whatever. Then you get to have the rest of the day off." Bibi nodded her head. "Second rule: I know you are on my plate now because I told you to be, however from now on, you won't be on it. At all, ever."
"That sounds like a plan we can agree on." She nodded.
"Good. Just a heads up. I might be putting other micen on my food. Does that bother you?" You dip your head in, holding your gaze and taking another bite out of the omelet. She shook her head. "Good."
"May I speak freely, miss Solace?" She asked.
"Yes, so long as you stop calling me 'miss'. it makes me sound old."
"You sound very..err.. stern." She sounded a bit more nervous.
"You should have met me a few days ago. I was eating you guys daily. Now I haven't eaten a micen in two days. That's a personal best." You nudge her off your plate and continue downing your food. You finish it and with a full belly you stand up and ready to take on the day.
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