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Most call me Gold. ([personal profile] amicustenebris) wrote 2023-05-24 12:23 am (UTC)

The Next Morning

Gold wasn't sure when he dropped off but he was as the dead for much of it until sometime past dawn the next day. After washing up, he took a more certain inventory of the suite before calling to order in a small delivery. He might have felt fine venturing out if he were not uncertain about being seen just yet. So having someone willing to pick a few things up was a fair enough thing to pay for, and the hotel seemed willing to provide a few small things to aid with the use of the cooktop.

Perhaps it was a peace offering of sorts, or some ancient instinct he would never shake even as the dark one, Gold remembered that the doctor had been as reluctant to eat as he had been, if not moreso. His first instinct was to make something proper by hand.

In the end it felt relaxing and centering, and what came of the small bag of groceries he asked for was just as much what he felt like eating as what he thought might be edible to someone else.

So when the Doctor emerged into the living area of the suite he might be greeted with the smell of butter and eggs and other breakfast smells. Savory french style toast using sliced challah, simple cheese, sausage, some sauteed mushrooms and cherry tomatoes.

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