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Mydei glared at the waffles that rested on the island before them with a look of exasperation. It was a tragic sight, no one could disagree. Still, a tenement of negligence to accept that their combined efforts produced something so lackluster was in possession, except for Mydeimos who had already accepted his fate and could even point to who, what, and where it went wrong. But to save even further heartbreak, they weren’t going to receive his constructive criticism on culinary arts.
Next to him, his son, bright red hair and eyes gleaming with blue like his father’s, wore a defeated look with a mix of dumbstruck. He looked exactly like Phainon with that look; a pleading puppy to get their way, because puppy eyes will magically cause or persuade their family “breakfast” to become appetizing and delectable.
“I’m sure it’s not bad!” Phainon, the grand optimist and all, took a step forward with a glimmering smile he made sure to showcase in a valiant attempt to keep spirits up, “Its appearance is…interesting, sure. But! As the old saying goes, never judge a book by its cover!”
“But, are you sure…” Luka brought his metal right hand to his mouth looking at the plate of waffles in cautious consideration.
“Oh I’m sure, watch.”
Is that idiot really going to—
With swift nimble movements of a warrior and a spectacle of blind heroism, Phainon rushes toward the plate of waffles valorously and takes a bite of the very top one, drenched in syrup and topped with a slab of butter and some fruits.
And as expected, his face would flicker like a light switch in a momentary still. What followed, among the chewing and struggles to swallow were false enjoyment of “mmms” and “aaas” and the least convincing praise that not even the faintest trace of sincerity could salvage.
“This is…this is…really…”
“...great…”
It would be the perfect time for Mydei to poke fun at him, tease him, and earn a new rightful victory on top of his already extensive list. But it was morning and he was running on an empty stomach and pomegranate juice.
“I’ll get the car started so we can go to the diner in a short while,” Mydei sighed heavily, excusing himself from the sorry sight in defeat.