2008-02-10: Baked Cereal and Crunchy Eggs

Starring:

Church_icon.gif Meryl_icon.gif

Summary: Meryl makes breakfast in bed for Church. It's gross.

Date It Happened: 10 FEBRUARY 2008

Baked Cereal and Crunchy Eggs


Church's Bedroom

Most of the time, Lawrence does not mind at all when the morning sun comes through the window to wake him up. It serves as a free alarm clock, when it comes to days he is not working. Weekends and days like this? He makes sure to close his curtains as tightly as possible the night before; unfortunately, when any type of liquor involves itself, there is zero guarantee that he'll remember. This is what wakes him up this morning(or tries, fruitlessly). The sun past the skyline filters in his half-closed curtains, falling on the bed across the room.

"…Mngh." Is the only noise Lawrence is able to make, his sleeping face twisting slightly in protest. Sleep was nice while it lasted, right? Regardless of if he should be getting up or not, he rolls half onto his side, reaching up to find the extra pillow to put over his head. For some reason, it's gone, but he's still reaching for it. Church will remember yesterday in a minute- but right now he is concentrating on not getting out of bed. The air is cold, he's butt-naked, and this bed is warm.

—-

Meryl slept well. In fact, some time before, she got out of bed and decided to cook breakfast, but discovered that cereal really isn't a meal you can cook on a stove, plus, it seems to be really hard to break eggs without getting shells all over the place, so in short, the smell of slightly burned cereal and eggs is wafting through the air, while Meryl is back in bed, sound asleep, lying next to Church.

Until he moves.

Green eyes open, she blinks away the sleep, and, as usual, her consciousness is bombarded by a million different items, all less important than mayonnaise. There's one little worry that sticks out in her mind, though, kind of like a beacon, like it's what she would be concentrating on if she wasn't so constantly scattered. Meryl's brain isn't exactly user-friendly, even for her. And so, the what-if scenario manifests itself into the most important detail by far, and twists into something totally different, which has her shaking Church awake and saying quite loudly, "Lawrie, I'm pregnant."

—-

What. What is that. Who is that. The search for that pillow is put on hold, because there is something rattling him around with a valiant effort. He rolls back to where he was, chest-up, eyes opening blearily and trying to blink the world into focus again. "Aghk-" Nobody said he was eloquent when he wakes up. It takes him three more seconds to realize there is someone there, and three more to remember that it's Meryl, not that little blonde from last week. "Meryl… What?"

Lawrence doesn't sit up, but he does turn his head and put on his concentrating face. Once he remembers that it was Meryl from last night, though, that face grows into a lopsided grin and a laugh when he looks her in the face. Ha/hah/. Well, he's a man, remember.

"What are you talking about? Is something burning?"

—-

'Is something burning' generally isn't a proper response to Meryl's proclamation, and to that end, she kind of stares at him with this incredulous look on her face. "Well, no, not yet. But I suppose when it's three or four months along, it might start - I mean, your kid n' all. I just hope it doesn't catch fire or explode or whatnot before it's born. That'd be messy, and I rather like living."

The corner of her mouth finally turns upward in a smile. Was she kidding? Was she serious? Church can decide. In any case… "I think it's a girl. I'm going to name her Basil. She'll probably take after you, I suppose. I mean, I don't know if alien genes run in my family, but considering how I turned out, I'd think it's a relatively good possibility. Oh, hey."

Turning over, she grabs a tray, which is just three hardback books glued together. On the tray is a bowl of obviously burned cereal and some broken eggs in a bowl. With the shells. "Made breakfast."

—-

You're going too fast! Church does his best to pay attention; halfway through, he puts down his hands and pushes himself up a little under the blanket and onto the pillows behind him. Now he is looking at the green-eyed woman and using one hand to smooth his hair. All that work on himself for the past five months paid off, but now it seems like he's just being prideful. Lucky Meryl, says his Ego.

After listening to her prattle on, he only blinks dully at the sad little tray of books and mismatched food. "Um." He turns his eyes from the tray to Meryl again, narrowing them suspiciously. He cannot tell what she's aiming for at all; Meryl plays jokes, right? She's kind of crazy? Then again, Lawrence does realize that he couldn't put it past her to be the type to find the one lone needle in his house.

"You're not pregnant, Meryl." As he says it, it finalizes when the man alters his voice from tired to Serious Morning mode. Decisive. "…Did you… try to cook my cereal?" Alright, he has to laugh now. Lol, Mer.

—-

Luck has nothing to do with it! She was upset yesterday. Now she's not. Well, she is, but the sting is kind of a dull ache at the moment, and secondary to everything else. It'll return later, but why not have a little fun now? She's not going to think about someone else when she's sitting in Church's bed. That would just be weird. Eventually, he'll likely find out, but now is not that time.

In fact, all she does when he states that she's not pregnant is shrug her shoulders, put her arms behind her head, and lean back against the wall.

"No, of course I didn't try to cook your cereal." Beat. "I succeeded. Just before I set it on fire. It's good if you mix it with the eggs - trust me. Actually, belay that. Don't trust me. You don't want to know what it tastes like. Just imagine licking a— Oh, I dunno. A bear or something, that's been rolling around in mud and eggshells, and you get the idea."

—-

Church does not want to lick a bear, thank you, Meryl. He watches her sit back, in the midst of his own thoughts. It might look as if he is still appreciating her(he is), but mostly it is for someone to look at while he processes the waking hour. Now that he thinks about it, Meryl would be the weirdest mother ever. Ever. But that would 1) be weird in itself and 2) Lawrence has zero inclinations to suddenly be a father. The shrug wasn't really an answer, so Church isn't entirely sure if it was good or bad. "Would you be terribly offended if I passed on breakfast?"

Just look at it. Would you eat it? Honest to God?

—-

In Canada, bear-licking is a sport. They sit around and do it all day, sometimes every day, in every province - or so Meryl's been told. That's all Canada is - bears and people who lick bears. And sometimes hockey. That is the extent of what Meryl knows of Canada.

There could be unicorns.

"Oh, don't give me that look. It's been less than twelve hours - like I really know at this point. Besides, it's not likely anyway." She winks, then turns her eyes down at the cereal and eggs. No, Meryl would not eat that, and, in fact, she wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy, either. Wait 'til he sees the kitchen.

"I dare you to eat it."

—-

"You tell me that and wink. That's not exactly the most assuring thing. It better not be 'likely'." Grumbling, then maybe something that is Japanese. After which, Lawrence takes a breath and exhales a sigh. If it comes to having to handle a mess like that- it won't be this morning. If at all. Now it won't be off his mind for a few days.

"Dare me? It'll probably give me salmonella poisoning or something…" His eyes flicker back and forth from the food to Meryl. "I could always just put syrup on you instead."

You started it, lady. Now you gotta deal with it(him).

—-

"You knew me when you got into bed with me," she says. You take her for what she is, Church. A complete basketcase. Sorry.

Not really sorry.

Meryl regards him again with that 'you must be crazy' look. Syrup on her?!? "Don't be ridiculous, Lawrie." It doesn't seem like she's going to follow that up with anything, and then… "Everyone knows there's a syrup shortage. Just eat your eggs and we'll go to McDonald's." In that order. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stands and stretches. "Really, though. I know it wasn't— " Wasn't the best decision they ever made, no. However… "Thank you."

—-

No syrup? He looks like a dog that got told 'No!' and a pointed finger. "Do I have to?" There is some small amount of stubbornness in his voice with it, but he is also scooting across the bed to the side Meryl stood up from. While she is stretching, he is practically trying to sneak up beside her on the edge of the mattress.

"It's alright-" No need to thank him. In some strange, convoluted way, it was what friends do. "It wasn't what?" There are never bad decisions in this room. Didn't you know that? Lawrence reaches out to try and draw her closer by her waist, in an entirely innocent way.

—-

Meryl squeals as Lawrence grabs her around the waist. She's… giggly. Happy. And really, they don't have to be up for another little while yet, yeah? Why not just… Well.

She crawls back in bed under the covers again, which is - in her opinion - a perfect distraction so she won't have to answer Church's question. So… Breakfast can wait, and maybe after they've finished, they can see what they might be able to do about salvaging the books she glued together to make a tray.

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