Mmmm. 

This is really nice. Reminds her of her first apartment. 

What to make, what to make... 

Perogies would be nice. She gets down the small pot and puts it on the stove.

She looks around for a sink, and doesn't find one. "Room, water?" she asks. 

There's a sloshing sound from the pot on the stove.

When she looks, it's full of water. 

Alright then. She gets out the small bag of perogies and the kitchen scissors and snips off a corner and dumps the perogies into the water. Then she turns on the stove fan and lights it. A gasflame whumphs to life, and she leaves the pot heating. (Whoops, wrong order, but oh well. So the perogies will be a little soggy.) 

She hums to herself softly, and goes to throw out the perogie bag only to realize it vanished as soon as she set it down empty.

She's still not really used to that. 

What to go with her perogies... 

How about french toast? Does she have syrup?

Here it is at the back of the fridge!

Real maple syrup too, none of that fake stuff. Nice. 

She pulls the milk and eggs out of the fridge along with the syrup, then gets down a small plate, a large plate, and two cups. Pouring some syrup into the cup, she sticks it in the microwave; then she opens the egg carton and cracks an egg onto the smaller plate. 

What to do with the eggshell - 

The Bowers vanishes it right out of her fingertips.

She startles - 

- then laughs at herself a little, and goes on to pour herself a glass of milk and add some milk to the egg mixture. 

She gets down the frying pan, puts it on the other burner, and turns it on. 

Now then. Open the bread, take out a slice, dip it in the egg mixture, plop it into the frying pan. Take a slug of the root beer, nuke the syrup, get out a spatula, flip the slice. And then it's just a little more waiting...

"Room, I'd like an espresso machine." 

One appears in the open counterspace, already filled with water.

Put the slice on the plate and dip another slice and put it in the pan, grind the coffee, put the filter in place to pump hot water through it, put the glass of milk under the coffee spout, start the machine, flip the toast...

She hums a little while she works, enjoying the slight rush to get everything done at once. 

Better check on the perogies. Not quite done, but close. They're starting to float. 

Get the syrup from the microwave, flop the second slice of French toast from the pan to the plate, get the coffee (slurp it a little to keep it from being overfull, mmm), pour the syrup over the French toast, get out a slotted spoon, spoon out the done perogies from the boiling water onto the plate with the French toast and turn off the heat, plate in one hand coffee in the other turn - 

The Bowers appears a small table and a chair for her to sit and eat at. 

She puts down her plate and cup and goes back for a fork and her root beer. Setting them at her place too, she sits down in the chair and starts her meal, stabbing a pierogi with her fork and popping it into her mouth.

Of course there's a mess left in the kitchen, but the Bowers will handle that for her. 

Mmm. The perogies are a little waterlogged. But the french toast is good, and the syrup is real, and the coffee is too... 

It's relaxing, making food for herself again. Sure, she could just stuff herself the whole time with luxury foods, the Bowers isn't going to run out of hot meals anytime soon, but - 

It makes her feel comfortable to do something that's part of her everyday routine. Grounding. Steadying. 

... She wants to cook this way for Lily. 

Gosh, where'd that thought come from? It's warm and soft and nice. She's blushing a little just thinking about it. 

Isn't it a little early to be having domestic fantasies about this girl she only met two days ago? 

... Yep, she is definitely crushing.

She distractedly finishes her french toast, turning the thoughts over in her head. 

... Lily... shows signs of that too, doesn't she? 

And they are, like, girlfriends, right...? 

So isn't this normal?

...

She should call Lily.

For some reason it's kind of hard to pick up her phone. Tension coils in her chest at the thought of - admitting it. Saying she's sweet on Lily. Maybe even... 

No, it's still way too early for the L-word, snap out of it woman - 

She chews thoughtfully on the last of her perogies. 

... She should still really call Lily.

She picks up her phone and bonks on Lily's portrait.

"Hello?"

"Yeah hi! Um, it's Audrey. I was just... thinking of you. Would you like to go on another date?"

"Perhaps. What would you like to do?"

"I was, um..."

"Thinking of me, like you said, and your thoughts turned to... the obvious thing?"