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"Augh- Joly!" Bossuet tumbled off the end of the bed before he could stop himself, dragging the blanket, which was tangled around his legs, his pillow, and his boyfriend, who was all but sitting on top of him, along with him. "It's four am, what the fuck?"
"I did warn you I'd be waking you up early today," Joly grinned at him, neatly rolling onto the ground despite being so rudely tugged off the bed. "But do be a little quieter, alright? I don't want to wake up Chetta."
"Hah, you're lucky she sleeps as deeply as you do," Bossuet laughed softly, leaning over to give Joly a quick peck on the cheek before standing up and tossing the rogue bedding back onto the bed. "Are you going to tell me what exactly it is you're planning?"
"Oh, of course," the younger man laughed, standing up and immediately flopping backwards onto the bed, arms flung out to either side. "I want to make her breakfast, and I need your help."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" a note of amusement tinged Bossuet's voice as he picked Joly's blanket off the floor on the other side of the bed, and tossed it over his friend. "You know full well our talents don't lie in cooking."
"Ah, but we can try!"
"If we set the curtains on fire again, I think Chetta will have our heads."
"Solution: Take them down!" Joly cheerfully sat back up, leaning against the headboard until the world stopped spinning so violently, and he felt that he could properly stand without passing out.
"You've got yourself a deal," Bossuet replied fondly, knowing he wasn't going to be able to talk Joly out of this. Once the younger man got an idea in his head, it was best to just go along for the ride, and try to minimize damage to person and property… Of course, if Bahorel got involved, there was little minimization that could be done, but today; today it was just the two of them.
"Meet you in the kitchen in fifteen!" Joly chirped, standing up fully as he grabbed his sweatshirt.
Bossuet shook his head and slipped out the door, leaving his boyfriend to do whatever it was he needed while he took a quick shower to wake himself up.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, he stepped into the kitchen, just in time to see Joly turn off a timer seconds before it rang. He grinned as he looked up at him, tossing over an apron.
"Okay, pancakes don't look too hard, and if we add some eggs and fruit, it'll be a fine meal."
"What kind of eggs are you thinking?" Bossuet pulled a mixing bowl out off the shelf and set it on the counter before gathering up the ingredients for pancakes. Despite common belief, he was a fine cook, life just tended to throw stuff at him, and he'd get distracted just long enough that whatever he was making would burn… or the oven would give out, and he'd be left with warm, uncooked batter. Now, Joly on the other hand, that man could burn water by looking at it too long.
Although, they had found that if they worked together, they could offset some of their luck with the culinary arts. Joly was good at remembering to set a timer so they wouldn't forget something was in the oven, accustomed to doing such for multiple mundane things through everyday life, and as long as Bossuet handled the gist of the cooking, they tended to end up with something that was mostly, if not completely edible.
"Are we putting anything in the pancakes, or just plain?"
"Berries, but I want to wait until they're in the pan so I can make them have smiley faces."
"Smiley faces?"
"Yeah, don't you think that Chetta will like to see her food grinning up at her?" Joly shot Bossuet his most charming smile. "Best remedy for the "have to get up in the feckin' cold" blues there ever was!"
"It's not even that cold out today," Bossuet chuckled, reaching over to turn on the coffee maker. "It's going to get up to 16 degrees."
"And you have an autonomic system that hasn't fucked you over," Joly replied petulantly, pointing the spatula he'd picked up at the older man.
"Alright, that's fair," the older man looked at the younger with an affectionate gaze as he finished setting everything out. "So, how are we doing this? I make the batter, you mix it, and then I'll cook it? Also, what kind of eggs are we making?"
"Yeah, that works, let me take the curtains down first." Joly clambered up onto the counter and carefully lifted the curtains down, rolling them up and handing them to Bossuet, who moved them well out of the way. "And scrambled sounds fine to me."
"Sounds good, now get off the counter before you fall."
"Right."
Several minutes later, the two had made good progress with breakfast— Bossuet was keeping an eye on the pancakes he'd just poured into the pan, while Joly raided the fridge to see what else he could add to their spread.
Musichetta, miraculously, had slept through all the noise they were making. The pair weren't the quietest cooks in the universe— Bossuet had opened the fridge to get the milk out, and the bottom shelf in the door had come loose, sending everything stored there crashing to the floor. There was a very good reason that everything they kept on that particular shelf was unbreakable. Joly had put everything back in order of course, he had a knack for making everything fit without overloading the shelf's delicate ego.
"How much longer do you think this'll take?" Joly asked as he pushed himself up on the counter again, bored now that he wasn't actively doing anything but making sure the pancakes didn't burn.
"I'd say twenty more minutes give or take," Bossuet replied as he flipped over one of the cakes. "I want to use up all the batter before we walk away, or else we'll forget about it."
"Oh yeah, best not to do that." Joly shuddered, remembering the several other times one of them had left some article of food somewhere, and only remembered it existed once it spoilt. "I'll get a plate ready for Chetta, then we can bring it in as soon as we've gotten everything that could catch fire turned off."
The older man laughed softly, turning off the burner that the eggs were on and putting a lid over the pan to keep them warm while he finished the pancakes.
"Sounds like a plan, are you going to make it look pretty?"
"Of course!"
By the time Bossuet added the last of the pancakes to the plate he'd been storing them on, his boyfriend had managed to arrange the fruit on the plate to his liking, as well as make a cup of coffee for their girlfriend. They both knew exactly how she liked it, though Bossuet did often have to talk Joly out of putting whipped cream on the top.
As soon as the older man added the hot items of the breakfast to the plate, Joly stepped back, grinning with his hands on his hips to look over their masterpiece.
"Should we bring it in to her before it gets cold?"
"Yep, you get the coffee, and I'll get the plate, less of a disaster if I trip."
"Oh, that's a good idea," Joly laughed softly as he picked up the mug, though he winced a little at the memory of the last time Bossuet had tried to bring one of his partners a hot drink in bed. Scalding liquid was never a good wake up call. "Do you think she'll like it?"
"Like it?" Bossuet laughed. "She'll love it I'm sure."
"I sure hope so." Joly bounced into the room, setting the mug of coffee down on the beside table before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on Musichetta's cheek. "It's time to wake up, dearest… our Eagle and I have a surprise for you."
Musichetta stirred, sighing softly as she blinked up at Joly, until Bossuet gently tugged him out of her face so she could sit up.
"Good morning, Chetta."
"Good morning to the both of you," Musichetta yawned, allowing Joly to rearrange the pillows on the bed so she could sit up more comfortably. "What has you up so early?"
"We made breakfast!" Joly chirped, stepping out of the way so Bossuet could put the plate in her lap. "And we didn't burn anything this time!"
"That's a relief to hear," Musichetta looked down at the carefully arranged plate with a soft smile, gazing down at the pancakes, which grinned back up at her with their blueberry eyes and strawberry smiles. "I see that both of you had a hand in making these."
"Mhm, the smiles were Joly's idea." Bossuet leaned over to give her a kiss.
"I figured. And I'm guessing you both already left the kitchen spotless?"
Though her tone was teasing, the two men shared a glance that said "oh we're fucked", and Joly quickly stepped forward to distract Musichetta with another kiss.
"Maybe don't come out of the bedroom for another hour or two."
"I'll keep that in mind." Musichetta laughed, shaking her head as she returned the kiss, then pulled Bossuet in for the same. "But only if you both promise you'll come cuddle and watch a movie as soon as that's finished with."
Joly and Bossuet looked at each other again, and smiled, the older man giving a soft chuckle.
"I'm sure that can be arranged."