Blair spun to see Franki standing in the door smiling at him. He grinned at her, then motioned to the stove, “eggs are the only thing I make well,” he shrugged, “it’s easier to shift and go eat something.”
She laughed quietly, “I agree, but don’t tell the girls. They keep trying to teach me how to bake.”
“Baking is always appreciated.” He leaned over and pulled the bowl closer, so he could get the eggs started.
“I heard there was coffee?”
Blair motioned to the corner. “Help yourself.” He beat the eggs with the fork and poured them into the pan. “How’s Mika?”