Breakfast at Claire’s
May 7, 2009
These are the times I hate being a ‘toy’. You are allowed to watch other people eat but you can’t grub yourself because it could freak them out.
I was hungry too. I hadn’t had a cookies since the night before (or maybe 3 hours before…). Quil came over just after the sun came up. Or at least that’s my impression. Who the heck get’s up before noon??? …Oh, I forgot I’m surrounded by kids and night loving wolves. He should get a job with better hours. That whole patrolling thing just doesn’t cut it. *snickers* ANYWAYS… he came over, Claire’s mom made some very good stuff. Scrambled eggs, bacon, breakfast potatoes, pancakes, coffee (coffee is my holy grail but seriously hard to clean out of my fur) chocolate milk shake (now that’s an upgrade to hot chocolate!) and some sandwiches.
…30 minutes into the meal the kitchen looked like a bomb had exploded in there. Claire had patches of chocolate all over her face and hands and therefore Quil too. Not in the face (would have been funny though!) but on his hands, t-shirt and pants. They looked so hilariously funny I fell off the table laughing (I can laugh quitely – hard but possible) – almost into another patch of chocolate shake that somehow had gotten lost on the floor. It wasn’t that bad. Actually tasted quite good. >:D
Yours truly, E. T. Bear
