[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/handwriting-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190428/2c2e5ac43e53325ff1ba4d743bc6e327.png[/img][/url][/center] As Mei dropped a bit of butter into the heated pan, quietly humming to herself, she started to zone out. She'd helped her mother out in the kitchen so many times, the act was almost routine to her. Of course, her mother was a much better cook than she was, but she did like trying. It was only when Enzo spoke directly to her that she snapped back to reality, turning her attention to him. [color=34BE2D]"Hm? Oh, thanks! I made eggs with my mom all the time, I guess it's just practice."[/color] She paused to listen to him speak, biting her lip in thought. [color=34BE2D]"Chives, huh? Never tried that before. Good idea."[/color] Mei set the bowl on the counter, fishing a bundle of fresh chives out of the fridge and slicing up a sizable amount before adding them to the bowl. She almost felt like she was overselling her cooking skill, but she supposed it didn't matter as long as the food tasted good. She continued to beat the mixture, then added it to the now-hot pan. Once again, the sound of her name drew her attention, this time to Ryanne. Mei nodded at her, figuring she'd just have more eggs for herself. [color=34BE2D]"Alright,"[/color] she said, returning to the task at hand, though she did listen in a bit as Ryanne spoke. George seemed like a good dog; that kind of unconditional loyalty was rare in people. She smiled, faintly, remembering her own dog back at home. She made a mental note to ask her mother for pictures later. Finally finishing the eggs, she gingerly moved them to a bowl and placed them in the middle of the table. [color=34BE2D]"If anyone wants some, feel free to take them,"[/color] she said, scooping some onto her own plate. They weren't bad, but they certainly paled in comparison to the pancakes. [color=34BE2D]"Damn. These are some [i]seriously[/i] good pancakes."[/color] she remarked, looking up at Enzo. [@Arreyis] [@Calatrava]