He lets me in and we walk into the kitchen. I put a pan on the stove and get the eggs out. Making them like my mom, I crack them in the bowl and stir. I add milk, cheese and a pinch of pepper. I put them in the pan and let them cook slowly. I them cook some bacon.
I open up three cabinets before finding the plates and cups. I put the eggs and bacon on a plate and set them at the table. He pours the drinks and we meet at the table.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)