The Star-Man's Womb

[FweepFwopFwoop]

Trian watched the shows for a few hours with Jeremy. "Oh, it's time for dinner." He said, looking at the time. "Help me up."

[Eskal]

Jeremy helped Trian up and into the kitchen.

[FweepFwopFwoop]

Trian looked around for a moment, trying to decide what to make. "I'm feeling like french toast. Objections?"

[Eskal]

"For dinner? It's a bit odd, but I have no problem with it."

[FweepFwopFwoop]

"Breakfast for dinner is something like a special occasion, right?" Trian asked as he pulled out his cooking tools.

[Eskal]

"I suppose. I grew up eating oatmeal most nights for dinner."

[FweepFwopFwoop]

"Oh yeah? How come?"

[Eskal]

"It's all a kid can by with scrap metal money."

[FweepFwopFwoop]

"Uuuhm, okay..." Trian said. He got himself a few spoonfuls of peanut butter as he cooked. "Any sides you'd like? Along with the french toast?"

[Eskal]

"I think I picked up some salmon earlier."

[FweepFwopFwoop]

"Salmon and french toast." Trian thought about it for a moment, until his belly let out a growl. "Sure. Kids want it, so I may as well."

[Eskal]

Jeremy chuckled. "I'll cook the fish then."

[FweepFwopFwoop]

"Nah, leave it to me. You just sit there and look cute for me."

[Eskal]

"Can do," Jeremy chuckled.

[FweepFwopFwoop]

"Uh, where is the salmon, though?" Trian asked.

[Eskal]

"In the fridge, Trian."

[FweepFwopFwoop]

Trian rummaged through the fridge. "Yeah, I don't see- oh, wait, nevermind, here it is." Trian pulled out the salmon and started cooking it up.

[Eskal]

Jeremy browsed one of his magazines.

[FweepFwopFwoop]

Trian served up dinner, and took a seat across from Jeremy. "Welp, let's dig in."

[Eskal]

"Looks delicious."