I wake up alone in Alaric's bed. It's only half six. Getting dressed, I walk down and stop when I see Jake in the kitchen.
"He's at work. He got called in." He barely looks at me as he talks; he continues to cook, which amuses me.
Sitting for about five minutes, I watch him fail and can't stop laughing.
"You mocking me doesn't help."
Tightening my lips, I nod and hear him swear as he burns himself.
"Okay, move." Walking over, I push him out of the way.
"I was doing fine."
I turn to him and hold up the bacon. "Fine? It looks like you threw it on a campfire for an hour." I snap the bacon in half and laugh.
"That's how I like it." He shrugs slightly, so I hand it to him.
"Then eat it." I wait, watching as he looks from it to me. "Exactly. Before you try cooking so much, stick to one.
