"Kirstin!" Lester called from the kitchen, dashing Kjerstin's hopes. Her bedroom was next to the kitchen, unfortunately, so she couldn't pretend she didn't hear him.
"Yes?" she said politely, poking her head in, hoping to get away quickly. In spite of her culture's relaxed attitudes toward sex and nudity even at home she would try to be fully clothed for any family interactions. Besides, she didn't want to shock her American host; his countrymen were so...uptight, was that the word?
Lester looked up from the stove where he was busy flipping pancakes, with another pair of frying pans containing omelets and another with bacon. "I wasn't sure what you'd like so I put on a bit of everything in honor of your first day. I'm a fairly good cook if I do say so myself, so I hope you'll find something here you like."
"In my honor?" she repeated in dismay. Fruit and yogurt were more her type of breakfast. How else would she have gotten this figure? But if he was making this specifically for her. "I... I would be... I thank you," she said, stumbling over her words.
"Oh it's no problem. I've just finished the last of it. Sit down and I'll dish it out."
"Sit?" she repeated faintly, hand going to the top of her little towel to make sure it hadn't slipped.
"I... I should change, yes?"
"Oh no, we're not formal here. You don't need to wear fancy clothes for this," he said, putting out the plates and seemingly misunderstanding her words.
"Oh no, I meant..."
"Ahhhh," he stopped, leaning on the table, and hung his head. "I see. I'm sorry. Go, go change. I'm being pushy. I shouldn't have assumed you'd want to have breakfast with me or any of this food. I'll... I'll just eat a bit myself and throw the rest away. You can see if there's anything you like in the fridge. I'll just leave you alone."
Kjerstin's eyes widened in alarm, her sense of propriety telling her that she'd insulted her host. Her parents would be ashamed.
But could she really eat such food, even for just one meal? And in such a tiny scrap of towel?
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