[ He tilted his head, moving to take the syrup from Peter, and pouring it quietly into a saucepan. The kitchen wasn't exactly overequipped, but he could get by. It might drive him to madness if he had to live here as long as Peter had. He swapped the pancakes with the saucepan and began to serve up, knowing that he had Peter's attention for no more complicated reason than that he was being utterly, remorselessly domestic.
And he was doing that partly because it was breakfast time, and partly to unnerve the other man. It seemed to be working.
He found cutlery and set the two places, then returned to pick up the hot syrup from the stove, then turned to drizzle it over the pancakes. ]
In our house, breakfast was the most important meal of the day. My mother always thought I looked like I needed feeding up.
[ Sandwiches. For a moment he froze dead still, half way to sitting down, like a fox that had caught a scent, and then the moment broke and he settled into his chair, focusing on the pancakes. ]
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And he was doing that partly because it was breakfast time, and partly to unnerve the other man. It seemed to be working.
He found cutlery and set the two places, then returned to pick up the hot syrup from the stove, then turned to drizzle it over the pancakes. ]
In our house, breakfast was the most important meal of the day. My mother always thought I looked like I needed feeding up.
[ Sandwiches. For a moment he froze dead still, half way to sitting down, like a fox that had caught a scent, and then the moment broke and he settled into his chair, focusing on the pancakes. ]