For Joan

[theodorelasso]

Continued from here.

(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )

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[formersurgeon]

She watches him do it. "Mmm!" she hums as the pancake more or less flips over into the pan. "Impressive!" She takes the pan back and weighs it in her hand a little, feeling it out, before awkwardly trying the motion. The pancake crests the edge, but doesn't have enough momentum to flip. Instead it breaks in half, one half flopping back into the pan and the other falling on the stove.

"Oh that is tragic," she laughs.

[theodorelasso]

Ted laughs along with her, quickly grabbing the spatula to get it off the stove before it burns stuck to it, dropping it on a plate. A little undercooked on one side, and burnt on the other. Just perfect.

"Like I said - confidence, but not too much confidence. Here," he says, and steps behind her. He reaches around her, putting his hand on hers, and then shows her how to flip it a couple of times, while her hand is still on the handle, before letting go again. "Like that. Try flipping that piece a few times, you'll get the feel for it. Flick it a little bit up at the end, just not to much," he instructs encouragingly.

[formersurgeon]

There's a simple domestic intimacy to this, and as Joan moves with him as he helps her get a feel for flipping the pancake, she's struck by two realizations. The first is that he's coaching her, and it's amazing to be on the receiving end of his considerable talent. The second is that, in sharp defiance of their current circumstances, she cannot remember the last time she was this happy.

She flips the piece again and again, laughing at her failures, then gradually laughing at her successes as she starts to get the hang of it.

[theodorelasso]

"Heck yeah, look at you graduating from novice to pancake-flipping champion in minutes," Ted cheers on excitedly. "Alright, how about we actually continue cooking some of these, huh?" he suggests. He breaks a piece off the cooling half a pancake on the plate and pops it in his mouth. Mmm. Even slightly burnt, it's still pretty good.

[formersurgeon]

"Let's do it," she says enthusiastically, ready to take her pancake flipping to a higher level. She looks over at the batter bowl. "How much do you usually use per pancake?"

[theodorelasso]

"Well, I don't think 'usually' applies in this situation, cause apparently they're supposed to end up like this?" he says, holding up the empty box with the picture of some very thin pancakes. Most assuredly not the thick, fluffy American pancakes. "So I dunno, I guess we're just kind of winging it," he says, going to pour some more batter into the pan and just going with what seems an appropriate amount for pancakes that size and thickness.

[formersurgeon]

"Right. Winging it it is." She watches him pour another pancake-sized pool of batter onto the pan. "Do we flip it without the spatula the first time too?"

[theodorelasso]

"Eh, let's maybe play it cool, I think the only reason that one was okay to flip was because I made it too small, and, well, it was already kind of burnt," Ted answers, staring doubtfully at the pan. These things seem pretty big and floppy. "I'd like to be able to properly eat some of these." On that note, he breaks off another piece of the pancake to eat. Half the fun of cooking is getting to snack in the meantime.

[formersurgeon]

"Okay, do it the regular way, got it."

She waits, watching as the batter begins to solidify. Once it looks set she slides the spatula underneath it and flips it over. It stays together and is a perfect golden brown.

"Yes!" she exhales in victory.

[theodorelasso]

"Heck yeah!" Ted agrees, offering her up a high five. He is all about celebrating the tiny victories! Especially when they're food based.

[formersurgeon]

She gives him that high five enthusiastically. This is fun!

She waits for a few moments, then flips the pancake again, making sure the bottom is cooked. It's perfect.

[theodorelasso]

"Amazing," he says, grabbing another plate for this pristine pancake, holding it out so she can slide it on over. "You wanna share this one, as a celebratory first successful pancake?"

[formersurgeon]

"Sure," she says as she slides the pancake onto the plate. "Do we need silverware or do we just want to tear it apart and eat it with our hands?"

The latter sounds really appealing at the moment.

[theodorelasso]

"Well, apparently you're supposed to roll it up, so I think eating with our hands will work nice even if we stuff it full of jam," he answers, opening the jar of jam. Even having snacked a little, the pancake is looking really appetizing right now.

[formersurgeon]

"That sounds perfect," she says. She opens the silverware drawer to fetch a clean spoon and offers it to him.

[theodorelasso]

"Thank you," he says, accepting it and then hands her the ladle. "Here, you keep making them in the meantime." That way they can have a constant supple of pancakes while eating. He spreads jam over the pancake (hopefully not so much that it will drip terribly), then rolls it up, and cuts it in half in the middle just using the spoon.

When Joan has a moment in between ladling and cooking, he offers her up her half. "Here you go, sweetie."

[formersurgeon]

She makes another one in the time he takes to prepare the roll-up, sliding it on the plate as he offers her half, and calls her sweetie. She blinks, taken aback for a split second, then smiles. It's actually really nice.

"Thanks, honey," she says, trying that on for size as she accepts the roll-up.

[theodorelasso]

The cute nickname had been almost instinctual, not something he put a lot of thought into, but when she reciprocates, it makes him feel real good. He actually glows a little.

"Alright, ready?" he asks, holding up his half up almost as a toast, before taking a big yummy bite of it, and immediately making a delighted sound of approval. "Hoo, that's good!" he says excitedly. "What am I doing making stuff from scratch when they come so yummy right out of the box?"

[formersurgeon]

He's glowing, and she feels it, right in the center of her being. What an amazing thing, being able to make this positive, optimistic, happy man even happier.

She smiles and holds up her half to toast him back, then takes a bite. "Mmm!" she hums as she chews. "It is good. I like yours better, though."

[theodorelasso]

"Well, you're morally obligated to say that," he answers with a warm chuckle. "Though I bet I could tweak this mix to really bring it to the next level."

Turns out these thin pancakes go down real quick, so it takes no time to finish, as he licks jam off his fingers.

[formersurgeon]

"Doesn't mean it's not true," she says with a smile, licking her fingers as well. She does sincerely prefer Ted's cooking, but this stuff is pretty good. She can see how he could add to the mix and make it incredible. "Mmm. How many of these should we make?"

[theodorelasso]

"I think I could gobble down two or three more of these, easy, so keep 'em coming," he answers, spreading jam on the second one. "Or I could take over, if you like."

[formersurgeon]

"I've got it," she says, pouring another ladle of the batter into the pan. "You can sit down if you like." It would probably be good to get him off that cast, and she'd like to take care of him a little.

[theodorelasso]

"Thanks," he says gratefully, giving her a one-armed hug and a kiss on the top of the head. Then he carefully limps back over to the bed, sitting down on top of the covers with a tired grunt, before digging into the second pancake.

[formersurgeon]

She leans into that hug, smiling at the kiss. Then she continues cooking the pancakes. Since the pancakes are thin they cook up quickly, so it's not long before she comes over with two plates with three pancakes each. She hands one to Ted and sits with the other.