Scarlet and Ingrid.

"Good morning everyone!" Scarlet swaggered in with Ingrid in toe still holding up her camcorder.

"Girls! So good of you to drop by!" Dr. Bernard embraced the two girls giving them cheek kisses and a place to sit at the table. "Let's have some breakfast, my Bridget made pancakes." she looked up at me "come join us Avery, we have much to discuss."

I have never felt so nerve-wracked in all my life and considering the week I have been having, that is saying a lot. I was dripping wet covered in nothing but a towel and now I had to face my girlfriend's mother at the breakfast table. I was not prepared for this at all. To think only a few moments ago her daughter and I were making out right in front of her! And were about to do 'other' things shortly after making-out.

I shivered, I was red in the face as I clutched my towel with my free hand. "Oh, uh...that's very generous of you Dr. Bernard but...um..."

"I insist, no time like the present to get to know my daughter's boyfriend. Plus, you have been an overnight guest in my home twice now. It is only right that you answer a few questions for me."

She had a strong point. I stayed over in her house, used her couch, her bed, her shower, and slept with her daughter without even having so much as a conversation with her first. To say that I owed her some of my time would be underselling it. I sat down at the table, Bridget sat down next to me, Ingrid took my other side, sitting in front of me was Bridget's mother, and Scarlet sat next to her so she could point her camera at me at an angle. Even with a plate of steaming pancakes in front of me this felt like an interrogation. "Please, eat." Dr. Bernard prompted as she poured maple syrup all over my plate. I normally don't eat pancakes, but I didn't want to come off as ungrateful towards my hostess (especially not my girlfriend's mother) and since Bridget made them I certainly didn't want to brush them aside.

Now that I was sitting down, I moved my hands off my disheveled towel and carved a piece with a fork and knife and plopped it in my mouth. It was delicious. "Oh wow! That's better than I expected!" After the first bite I suddenly realized just how hungry I really was and started cutting up more and more pancakes and scarfing them down. I was beginning to feel happy again.

"Yes, Bridget doesn't half-ass it when it comes to cooking. She brings out all the spices and secret ingredients and demands to make every meal by scratch. She tells me it is a lot like math, 'adding up different variables and measurements lead to the optimum sum' as she would say."

I couldn't help but smile at that as I devoured another pancake. To think she would bring up mathematics so intricately into something like this. I was finding more and more reasons to like Bridget without even looking for them.

"Now let me ask you..."