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Last night was an eventful night. More testing on experiments, with most turning out successfully. A femur was accidentally launched at and broke a jar of spleens toward the end, but that’s beside the point.
The point is, last night went well. Ygor and Victoria had worked together, side by side as a team. And they had felt… good. Actually good. They worked in harmony instead of constantly bickering. They appreciated each other’s help. Victoria had even complimented him, and it made Ygor feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
They headed their separate ways to sleep, as they’ve always done. But Ygor felt… incomplete. Like they didn’t properly celebrate their success.
He’d gone to bed, wondering what he could do to show how proud he was of Victoria. And himself.
Then it hit him. … At fucking five o clock in the morning.
Well, he had time. So he flung off his blanket, patted his rats on the head, then headed upstairs to use the time well. Victoria would be pleased.
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Victoria Frankenstein awakes at 7 AM on the dot, feeling a bit tired but fairly rested. She takes a deep breath, gazing up at the ceiling.
Last night she and Ygor had gotten along. It was a strange surprise to both of them, but a welcome one. Ygor had even pulled a lever right on time instead of too early or too late. Ha!
She stretches, preparing to continue work in the lab after a quick cup of heavily caffeinated coffee.
She doesn’t even get up when there’s a knock on her door.
“Come in,” She allows Ygor entry, quirking a curious brow as to why he’s up here now.
As soon as he opens the door, the most delicious smell fills the room and wafts up into her nose. She blinks, sitting up in once again pleasant shock.
Ygor walks in, carrying a tray of scrumptious looking French toast topped with syrup and powdered sugar, along with a small bowl of fruit and a hot mug of coffee.
“Did… did you just make French toast?” Is all Victoria can ask, her brain still processing it all.
“Yep! Ygor makes the best French toast in Darkmoor!” Her assistant grins proudly, bringing the tray over.
“Are you sure about that?” Victoria asks smugly. “Usually you almost burn the kitchen down with your ‘superb cooking skills’.” She adds the air quotes to make her point.
“Yeah yeah yeah, Ygor is no master chef,” He rolls his eyes, placing the tray on her bedside nightstand. “But Ygor worked hard on this! Trust me!”
Victoria takes his words with a grain of salt, but takes a small forkful of the French toast and slowly bites down.
Her eyes widen as the flavor bursts across her tongue, and she almost drops the fork.
It’s…. it’s…. it’s actually delicious!
It’s really, REALLY delicious!
The notes of butter mix in with the syrup, the powdered sugar melts on her tongue. The soft, sweetened bread brings comfort to her taste buds, like a feeling of home.
She can’t believe it. She can’t believe Ygor could actually make a decent meal!
“You… you made this?” She asks in disbelief after swallowing.
“Mhm!” Ygor stands there with glowing pride and a blush to match. “Made it just for you, Doctor.”
Victoria doesn’t know what to say.
“But… why?”
“Because you worked your butt off last night,” Ygor replies simply. “And you deserve a reward after that, yes?”
Victoria blinks, still trying to process what’s happening.
“I… I suppose we did a good job last night,” She agrees slowly, taking another bite of the yummy breakfast made for her.
“Aww,” Ygor blushes even harder and he tries to hide it. “You don’t have to say things like that…”
“Yes I do, Ygor,” Victoria gently insists. “For once, you didn’t mess up.”
“Hey, Ygor doesn’t mess up a lot of the time!”
“Sure,” Victoria grumbles, shaking her head affectionately. “Go on, take a piece.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Besides you need to eat more real food, not just crackers and leeches all the time.”
“Yeah, you’re right, boss…”
The two hold up their own pieces of French toast, the syrup dripping from them onto the plate.
“A toast!” Ygor proclaims, and Victoria chuckles at the obvious pun.
“Here’s to us,” Victoria chimes in as they bonk their toasts together.
“To Victoria and her best and most handsome assistant in the world!” Ygor shouts with glee, glomping down on his piece.
Another eye roll as their slow morning continues in its sweetness alongside their warm, comfy breakfast.