She wakes to the smell of what she assumes is cooking.
It's sweet of Eagle, she thinks, to start making breakfast- especially considering how early she normally wakes up, so the fact that he's up before her is impressive. She's still not entirely awake when the smell of something cooking becomes the smell of something burning, and she tangles into her sheets and trips halfway out of bed with a muted thud and a grunt. It takes her a few moments more to be cognizant enough to work her legs out of the fabric (which in her opinion is a few moments too many) and stand to pull open her door, squinting out into the early-morning brightness of their shared apartment. She spots him at the stove, stepping out-
"Eagle... is everything alright, I-?"
-and then spots the smoking toaster, skittering forward with a little noise of alarm to unplug it before the bread suffers much further.
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It's sweet of Eagle, she thinks, to start making breakfast- especially considering how early she normally wakes up, so the fact that he's up before her is impressive. She's still not entirely awake when the smell of something cooking becomes the smell of something burning, and she tangles into her sheets and trips halfway out of bed with a muted thud and a grunt. It takes her a few moments more to be cognizant enough to work her legs out of the fabric (which in her opinion is a few moments too many) and stand to pull open her door, squinting out into the early-morning brightness of their shared apartment. She spots him at the stove, stepping out-
"Eagle... is everything alright, I-?"
-and then spots the smoking toaster, skittering forward with a little noise of alarm to unplug it before the bread suffers much further.
"Oh no..."