Mediocre Meal (Destiny)

Stirring the eggs and ham, something hit me. Literally, something hit me. I turned around and a small piece of paper was on the floor. Picking it up, I saw measurements on it and looking towards the living room I saw Drake with his sling shot. Rolling my eyes I called

"Breakfast is ready!" I set the pan on the table and waited for the other two inhabitants of the house to come. Reaching up, I pressed a little on my cheek and flinched.

"It's a bruise." Drake summed it up as he sat down.

"That explains why it hurts. I'll make your new clothes after breakfast Peder." I said as he came in.

"Ok, thanks." From then on, breakfast was just like normal.

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