Loft above Luke's, Thursday morning

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Cooking shirtless wasn't something Priestly did a whole lot -- anyone who'd ever been spot burned on the pectoral by drops of flying hot oil would understand why -- but the occasion seemed to call for it, this time.

Also, somehow despite the adventures of yesterday, he was still feeling pretty hot and twitchy, so shirtless was definitely the way to go.

"So," he said, flipping a pancake with an expert flick of the skillet -- yes, he was TOTALLY showing off, why do you ask? "How do you like your eggs?"

[ooc: For the lovely lady promised breakfast, and potentially the roommate should he wander in.]

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"Taste buds, too," April pointed out, smirking as she took the picture and sent it off Derek's way. He'd pass it on to Ben, she was sure. "How're those eggs coming?"

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"Ready in a jiff," Priestly assured her. Best part of eggs and bacon, they cooked fast. He chopped the cooked bacon up a bit, threw in some grated cheese, and stirred it into the scrambled egg as it cooked, letting out a little groan. "Oh man, I have eaten a lot of different food, but somehow, a nice fried breakfast is still the best."

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"It's up there on the list," April agreed. "Carrot muffins might be number-one, though." April was so weird about her carrot muffins. "And... quesadillas filled with mushrooms."

Okay, April was weird about a lot of foods.

"But then bacon and eggs."

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Honestly, Priestly was just glad to meet someone who wasn't mortally offended by vegetables in her food.

"I've never tried making carrot muffins," he said consideringly. "You have a good recipe?"

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"Uh." Well. "The kind from J,GoB."

That was descriptive.

"Pretty sure they have some kind of nuts in 'em?"

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Priestly laughed. "Fair enough. Walnuts, probably. Maybe pecans." She probably wasn't interested in discussing nuts and their proper use in baking with him, was she. He dished the scramble of goodness onto two plates and held one out for her with a flourish. "Your breakfast, madame. Bon appetit."

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"Thanks." Seriously, this had to be the best morning April had been awake for in... well, ever since she'd graduated high school, April wasn't generally awake in the morning. This beat out every other morning of 2012 and 2013 by default. Now, give her a second to taste it, and then--

"Oh my god."

Oh god, this was the most delicious thing she'd ever put in her mouth.

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Priestly gave a slightly dopey grin. "I never get tired of that part."

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April did her best to come up with something else intelligent to say, but all she managed was another, more intense, "Oh my god."

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Right, and now Priestly was imagining other situations in which to make her say that. It probably showed on his face. They were some very vivid imaginings.

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Except that would require her to look up from her food, so...

Oh, wait. She was actually doing that. Because right now, April was very intently pondering whether pouncing on Priestly across the table was worth no longer eating these eggs.

You know what, she actually thought it was. So, uh... hi?

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Helloooooooo April.

Well, it was nice to have an opportunity to put those imaginings to work.

Priestly fumbled with one hand to make sure the burner of the stove was off, then happily turned all of his attention to the pouncing.

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And now Priestly would get to experience - possibly not for the first time - what an 'oh my god, you are the world's greatest chef and make magic with food' kiss was like. Mixed with a sex-pollen kiss. It was very intense, was the main takeaway here.

And it was a good thing April's breakfast wardrobe consisted exclusively of yesterday's shirt and underwear, because yeah, she planned on putting both of their imaginings to work right now.