Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

"I don't know. I guess I'm a little hungry."

Micheal nodded. “I guess I am too.”

"Shall we eat then?"

Micheal chewed on his lips. “Yes. Sounds good.”

"Alrighty then." She gave him a small kiss before getting up.

Micheal stood up with her, stretching out a little before bobbing after her. “What should we make?”

"I don't know. I'm not really familiar with food." She paused. Wait. "Making it, that is," she added hoping he wouldn't think anything of it.

Micheal nodded. “I don’t know a lot about making it either. Do you have any recipes from where you’re from?”

"I mean…No. We don't really cook?" We don't have this kind of food anyway.

“Oh.” Micheal wandered into his kitchen. “We could make some pancakes.”

"What are pancakes?" She asked purely out of curiosity. They sounded weird.

Micheal blinked. “It’s ah… a breakfast food.”

A breakfast food… "What's-" she cut herself off, realizing she was asking too many questions. "Nevermind."

Micheal blinked at her expectantly. “What’s…?” He trailed off, tilting his head.

She hesitated. "What's… Breakfast?"

Micheal took out a carton of eggs from his refrigerator. “A lot of people eat in the morning. A lot. So they just called it breakfast.” He shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure.”

"Oh. Okay." She followed him. That's an odd word. Breakfast…

Micheal pulled out some measuring cups and powders for the pancakes. He started to make the mix quietly.

She watched as he did, leaning a little closer to see. "What are you doing?"

Micheal turned a faint red. “I’m mixing.”

"Mixing what?" She didn't notice his change of share, so she didn't bother to back up.

“Uuuh…. flour. Sugar. Other stuff.” His embarrassment of her being so close was making him turn redder and redder.

"And what's flour and sugar?" She felt curious. Of course, she was still completely oblivious to how red he was.

“It’s spice. They help make the pancake.” Micheal added in the egg.

"Right." She backed up a little. "What do paper cases taste like?"

Micheal glanced back at her. “Paper cases? What are those?”

(Oof XD I meant pancakes, sorry. Stupid autocorrect)

(Lmao let’s go with paper cases)

She thought for a moment. "What you're making…" Did I say it wrong?

Micheal blinked. “I… I think I heard you wrong.”