Originally posted September 23, 2008
((Shiv got Robi off the street before a romance blossomed. This was one of the first mornings together. This was a collaboration with Mindy's Bad Art, Robi's player.))
The loud regular beeping awoke Shiv. Bleary eyed, she scanned the rumpled, fur covered sheets. “Robi?” she asked the empty room.
Trying to keep Robi out of her bed during a sleepover would require a stronger door than even the young viscountess could afford and the cute raccoon had been sleeping over nearly every night. Seeing that things were going well with Becky, Shiv realized she would soon need a larger mattress.
A distant odor of smoke crept into the room. “Robi?” Siobhan called again. “Tristan?” She checked the clock. Her PA wouldn’t be in for a few minutes, yet. Clad in sweatpants and a University of Aberdeen t-shirt, she made her way to the kitchen. No, not a kitchen, Siobhan wondered at the sight, a war zone.
Fur covered in raw egg, Robi launched one more attempt to conquer the noisy smoke alarm with a spatula. Beaten mercilessly from the wall, the alarm slowly died with a fading warble. Three loaves of toasted bread, heaping cups of shredded cheese, and at least a bushel of strawberries lay scattered around the small kitchen in small, misshapen, and uneven piles. A still smoking pile of greenish noxious goo congealed slowly on the stove top.
Seeing Shiv, Robi broke into a wide grin. She hopped to the countertop with chittering glee to scoop up a vaguely yellow mixture in her hands. Bounding over to Shiv, she held it up; an omelet, Robi style. Semi cooked eggs held cheese, crushed Pringles, Cap’n Crunch, strawberries, and an extra heaping of eggshells for that little something more.
Robi smiled broadly and announced with pride, “I made breakfast!”
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