Dac

He'd cooked for himself before. Plenty of times. He'd only recently given a damn about it.

Byl watched the nuna eggs sizzle in the skillet, waiting for the tell-tale color shift that hinted he could flip them. He'd adapted to this role of cook. Breakfast was a communal time. There was enough time for him and James to hash things out, whenever he was on planet. Enough time to make sure they were both okay. It wasn't every day. It wasn't even every week, but Byl found himself needing this communion. This sense of normalcy.


She sat at the table, waiting on him. By now, he'd actually gotten fairly decent at breakfast. He wasn't about to disappoint now.

Sliding a plate in front of James, Byl took his own, and sat opposite her in their small apartment.

"James, are you happy on Ossus?"