Oblivion // One on One // Closed

After he was done, he tossed the bloody rag into the sink and passed her a clean, dry one. "Does scrambled eggs sound good to you?"

She smiled, holding the dry rag to her forehead clean the excess water, “Sounds amazing. Lead the way.”

Jack walked over to a cabinet, reaching into the compartment and pulling out a large bowl. Then he rummaged around in the fridge until he found the milk, the eggs, and a bag of shredded cheese. He cracked 5 eggs into the bowl and put the shells back into the carton, added a handful of cheese, and then slipped a dash of milk into the mixture. Returning everything back to the fridge, he pulled a whisk from the utensil holder and began to vigorously mix.

"I usually put hot sauce into my eggs, but I'll leave it out for now," he said when he was done mixing, pulling out a pan and turning the stovetop on high.

Brooke hopped into a nearby counter top, crossing her legs underneath her. She rested a head in her hand, “So, Jack, what does one do for fun around here?”

"Y' don't," he said simply, bending over to pull out a pan and set it on the stove. "I don't have much free time, to be honest. It's either work or sleep."

“How boring,” She sighed, tracing patterns on her legs, “How many other people have fallen from the sky that you’ve had to rescue?”

Jack paused right before he poured the mixture into the pan, frowning up at the ceiling in thought. "You're the…third, I think. But you're the only one to survive the first hour or so."

“Wow… should I be feeling special or something then?” She cocked her head to the side slightly, “I mean I guess surviving a fall like that is a blessing.”

"Or a curse," he said without a hint of sarcasm as he poured the bowl out into the pan. It made a loud, wet hisssss when it made contact with the hot metal. "Earth ain't a nice place no more. Half the time the people are more dangerous than the aliens. You're lucky you crashed 'round these parts, or who knows what woulda happened."

“I mean I’d rather be alive then dead. Doesn’t really matter where I would have landed to me,” She sighed, “I don’t know what’s worse honestly, living on the colony or being stuck on earth.”

"You don't have to worry about butt-ugly aliens that are ready to pull off your head on a moment's notice when you're on the colony," he pointed out, grabbing a spatula and beginning to scramble the eggs.

She shrugged a shoulder, "I mean I guess that's true. But still, depends where you're livin' I guess. You'll probably have a nice place, considering all the work you've done down 'ere."