Post by Bruce Wayne on Feb 22, 2021 1:34:45 GMT -5
Participants: Bruce Wayne / Selina Kyle
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Wayne Manor
Time of Day: Mid-morning
Weather: Overcast
Summary: A quiet morning at Wayne Manor.
Bruce was skilled at a great many things. This was a purposeful act that he had put much effort into. He was not born greatly skilled. He was intelligent as a child, but beyond that he had been fairly average. It took a journey around the world and blood and sweat and broken bones for him to acquire his many skills. He continued to collect skills to this day, adding a new one to his repertoire whenever he could.
One skill that had admittedly been neglected was that of cooking. He could bake just fine, as those recipes usually left little room for improvisation. Cooking, on the other hand, usually left a fair amount of wiggle room. That wasn’t to say he was a disaster at it. He knew how to follow a recipe and the basics were simple enough. He’d also improved a fair amount since years back when he’d been stuck with a young, new ward and vacationing Alfred, which was when this lack of his had truly made itself known. Still, try as he might, he’d yet to achieve anything on the “Alfred level” of delicious or fancy. That was fine, though. He’d settle for edible.
Scrambled eggs, though? Scrambled eggs he could do. They would probably turn out somewhat bland, as he wasn’t sure what cheese to use so he decided to go without and they were currently out of butter. He watched his task like a hawk. He had overcooked them once. Jason had eaten them like a champ, but seeing the hesitation on the face of a young boy who barely looked at food before shoveling it into his mouth was enough of a sign to Bruce.
The manor was silent aside from the sizzling of the pan. Alfred was in the city for the day running errands, and he had elected Damian as his assistant for the task. The boy had been less than thrilled, but Bruce had made some inane comment about it being good training and that had been enough to take him down from irate to simply, well, grumpy.
He brought the mug of coffee to his lips, but that was just as a pop sounded through the kitchen, signaling that the toast was finished. Reluctantly, he set his mug down and even more reluctantly, he turned his focus from the eggs to retrieve the slices from the toaster.
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Wayne Manor
Time of Day: Mid-morning
Weather: Overcast
Summary: A quiet morning at Wayne Manor.
Bruce was skilled at a great many things. This was a purposeful act that he had put much effort into. He was not born greatly skilled. He was intelligent as a child, but beyond that he had been fairly average. It took a journey around the world and blood and sweat and broken bones for him to acquire his many skills. He continued to collect skills to this day, adding a new one to his repertoire whenever he could.
One skill that had admittedly been neglected was that of cooking. He could bake just fine, as those recipes usually left little room for improvisation. Cooking, on the other hand, usually left a fair amount of wiggle room. That wasn’t to say he was a disaster at it. He knew how to follow a recipe and the basics were simple enough. He’d also improved a fair amount since years back when he’d been stuck with a young, new ward and vacationing Alfred, which was when this lack of his had truly made itself known. Still, try as he might, he’d yet to achieve anything on the “Alfred level” of delicious or fancy. That was fine, though. He’d settle for edible.
Scrambled eggs, though? Scrambled eggs he could do. They would probably turn out somewhat bland, as he wasn’t sure what cheese to use so he decided to go without and they were currently out of butter. He watched his task like a hawk. He had overcooked them once. Jason had eaten them like a champ, but seeing the hesitation on the face of a young boy who barely looked at food before shoveling it into his mouth was enough of a sign to Bruce.
The manor was silent aside from the sizzling of the pan. Alfred was in the city for the day running errands, and he had elected Damian as his assistant for the task. The boy had been less than thrilled, but Bruce had made some inane comment about it being good training and that had been enough to take him down from irate to simply, well, grumpy.
He brought the mug of coffee to his lips, but that was just as a pop sounded through the kitchen, signaling that the toast was finished. Reluctantly, he set his mug down and even more reluctantly, he turned his focus from the eggs to retrieve the slices from the toaster.
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