Breakfast Moments: Part 1

After washing up and getting dressed in his room, which still had its closet looking like the dressing room for a stripper bar, Yuri was in the kitchen making pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He pulled open a drawer by the stove and tapped a few buttons, a moment later some of the kitchen robots came out of their compartments to set the table with the dishes. He turned his attention back to the pancakes and eggs he was cooking on the stove, he had the bacon cooking in commercial trays designed to cook bacon in the microwave in both microwaves to the left and right of the stove. The pancakes he was making, from the premade mix he pulled from the pantry, were some pretty basic circles; it had taken him a while back in the early days of high school to figure out the settings and technique for perfect golden pancakes. He’d managed to get the whole house completed by the time he finished his second year of high school, and then spent the rest of that year realizing just how many informants his family had embedded in his carefully screened staffing applicants.

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After washing up, and finding a set of buttons near the tub under some kind of glass case, each button indicating a different drying option, and choosing the “air dry” option (a chamber just barely big enough for two people had risen out of the floor and blasted her with hot air from below and her sides), Malza grabbed a set of attire she saw as being well-suited for paladins and headed out of her room, finally hearing the sound of Inoshana doing what she needed in her own room’s bathroom as she left her room, and made her way down the stairs. She caught the scent of various food items being cooked in the kitchen as she approached the main floor, the scent of meat and eggs mixed with the scent of some kind of confection sweetened with honey.

She followed her nose, Malza entered the kitchen, she witnessed the sight of Yuri cooking over the stove, there were a surprising number of bread-like discs stacked on a plate that one of his helper homunculi was taking over to a table on the other side of the room next to the door. There were plates and cups on the table out on the patio, along with a set of baskets for the cutlery, there were three, one for a four-pronged fork implement, what seemed like some kind of miniature shovel, and small swords with an odd blade to them.

“Your choice of eating implements are a bit different than what I’m used to seeing,” said Malza, “also, this morning cuisine is interesting to see,” she said as she picked up one of the discs.

“Those are called pancakes,” said Yuri, “they’re also known as ‘hot cakes’ in some circles. I made the ones before you with a bit of honey mixed into the batter… I’m not even going to ask why you are in maroon lingerie, I think You can figure out why.”

Malza folded the disc in her hand and gave it a good bite and chewed on it for a bit before swallowing, seeingly disregarding his comment about her choice of attire, “This is definitely something I’ve never seen or tasted before, it’s good. What do you have in mind for lunch?”

“After I finish setting up for breakfast, and confirm the rest of the ladies are up,” said Yuri, “I’m going to retire to my room and get some sleep, the priestess and I didn’t let each other sleep all night. Chances are, I’ll just be skipping lunch, but I have a few ideas for dinner.” a pair of bells rung on both sides of the stove, Yuri went over to a box on the left and took out a tray that he took the lid off of to reveal 4 strips of juicy bacon that he used a pair of tongs to transfer to a plate with some kind of towel atop it; after placing the tray down, he headed over a similar box on the right side and pulled out a similar tray that he removed the top from and transferred 4 more strips of bacon before folding the towel over the bacon and handing it over to one of his automatons to place on one of the tables. “Grab a plate and load up,” said Yuri, as he placed a pan, large bowel, and the trays in the kitchen sink, he then went over to the ‘fridge’ and removed a small rectangular tray, which he then st on the table next to the plates and pulled the cap off to reveal a stick of butter, then place the cap next to the tray, “Traditionally, the knives are used for cutting and spreading the butter.”

Malza grabbed a plate, which she then loaded up with half the stack of ‘pancakes’ before grabbing a fork and knife and doing as suggested, the confection was already impressive on its own but she wondered what it would be like with butter. After setting he dishes at her chosen place at the table, she grabbed the nearest glass and poured herself a glass of a pitcher with a pink liquid. “What is this beverage?”

“It’s called ‘grapefruit juice’ where I’m from,” said Yuri, he quickly tapped a sequence in one of the drawers next the stove, one of the screened automatons rolled up to Malza and showed her the image of a spherical fruit with a yellow-orange skin and pinkish inner section.

“That’s a luxury food,” said Malza with surprise, “I don’t think I have ever heard of someone drinking just the juice of a ‘Rubilka’ fruit before. Things just keep getting interesting around you.”

“I’m not surprised it would be classified that way, given the fruit’s history in my world, I suspect it has a similar history in this one; we can discuss that at a later date if you want.”

“Appreciated,” said Malza as she settled back in to her seat and began cutting off bits from the butter to spread on her choice of breakfast item.