#just a lil somethin somethin come harass rocky pls

[ofsouthsidcrs]

who: open what: rocky’s cooking breakfast y’all where: the lakehouse, kitchen

Rocky wasn’t really a morning person. Her job for the last few years had essentially required her to be a night owl. But there was something about being here, and with this whole group, and no Lux, all of it– it made sleep sort of limited for her. And there was only so long she could lie on pull out couch in the den before she had to get up and do something. That morning: breakfast. She wasn’t a bad cook, in fact she was a pretty good one. She’d been cooking since she was a kid. But her presentation had always been a little lacking. Hearing movement, she glanced up out of habit but didn’t really take in who it was before she spoke, “ I’m making eggs, you want in? ” She offered, eyes already back on the work in progress in front of her. Moving it around a little with a spatula. “ Your choices are scrambled, intentionally or unintentionally. ” She joked, smiling a little to herself.