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Peter sat at the table and studied the plate in front of him.
Coming over for breakfast was always the best.
Pancakes were great...light, fluffy and smothered in butter and syrup.
The eggs were scrambled and cooked to perfection.
And the bacon...crispy and warm.
But Peter’s favorite part of Wade’s breakfast had to be the strawberries.
It was the way they were cut, expertly sliced and decorated along the edge of the plate.
Each placement was done with thought, the sort of care only a lover could give.
Peter smiled at the apron-clad merc, then quietly ate breakfast.