Carrick’s nose scrunched up as he made a face when Alex didn’t respond to his hand gesture, it seemed he was growing tired of this game or did his best to ignore him. It was fine by Carrick scrunching face aside Carrick preferred it this way, Alex was far too nosey for his likening anyways. So he too decided to ignore the Eeejit.

”Quick with sharp objects, you learn a lot at the circus, also learned how to juggle.” Carrick said as he tossed the knife in the air and caught it on the hilt as the blade was aiming down. If he grabbed it too soon it would have sliced his fingers however he had enough practice and sense not to grab the blade.

Taking the ham he frowned slightly ”Might be better if you flip the eggs, I’ll stick to the cutlery, a lot safer for us all.” Carrick said, it was late or super early and he didn’t feel like waking everyone with the sound of fire trucks and a fire hose putting out the fire he would no doubt start in the kitchen if he tried to flip the eggs. Things tended t burst into flames when he was around food on or in the oven. He decided he would be more use chopping the piggy.

Pulling out another knife Carrick started to cut the ham into cubes quickly, and on occasion he would stop to eat a piece of ham. The sound of chopping in quick succession was a little bit louder than he intended. ”Tomatoes?” Carrick asked curiously as he spotted the red fruit/veggie. ”Can’t have really have an omelet without one can you?” he asked curiously.

It was sad to see them make food, in a way eating at this time of day, when they all three should be in their beds sleeping. Unless of course they had different disorders, or a bottomless stomach. The constant awakening of new smells and the view of knifes cutting through ham. He knew that that ham had once been a cute and innocent pig, tortured in some horrible place before being slaughtered in an inhumane fashion. Though at the moment, he didn't have anything against slaughtering a overgrown birdlike creature in the worst way imaginable. Carrick was openly ignoring him, and Alexander basically did his best at the same. Andrea on the other hand, was stuck in between the whole thing.

"I enjoy having more control of what I eat, instead of having a nagging mother around telling you to eat something you don't want to." He sighed, he did miss not having to make food, but he never missed eating his mothers widely large portions of food. Carrick in the meanwhile did his seemingly dangerous acts, from his past as a circus freak. Circuses, he had never liked going to them, he hated clowns, and how animals that should go free, was forced to do circus acts. The only bad thing is that Carrick didn't get hurt, it could have done some good to the world after all.

Tomatoes? Even though he grew up in Southern Europe, and in Spain where tomatoes are frequently used everywhere, he did not like them much. Not only that, he didn't like eggs that much either. Eggs, tomatoes not a good combination for him. Though he didn't know what was worse, tomatoes and an omelette, or cheese. "Have you ever tried a Spanish Tortilla before Andrea? Personally, if someone had forced me to eat an omelette, I think that would be the one of the very few you could make me eat."

She took up the spatula in hand and turned to flipping the eggs before they burned. After digging the metal in, a quick flip of her wrist saw that they were turned over with little to no damage done to the edges of the omelet. Off to her side, Carrick was playing with his knife. Literally. Andrea cringed. Whether it was the mother inside her that screamed at her to take away the sharp stabby object, or just her acute paranoia, she had the urge to snatch the blade from the air and replace it with a nice, dull butter knife. You could still cut ham with a butter knife, right? She resisted the strong urge, and after a few moments of watching quietly, she turned to add in the onions she had chopped, as well as a few of the other ingredients. She laughed a little at his comment about the tomatoes, and turned to slice the previously stated red food item. "I suppose not."

Behind her, Alexander spoke, and she nodded again. "I have to agree. It sounds like we came from similar house holds, with platter sized plates and an endless barrage of food." Turning she grinned, "Though, oddly enough once I left home my appetite spiked. Perhaps my tummy misses mothers cooking..." The last part, states more as a question to herself, trailed off as she turned back and finished slicing the tomato- which was quickly added into the pan with the eggs. Alex spoke again, something about a Spanish omelet, and she had to shake her head and turn around again, spatula in hand. "I can not say I have. The majority of food I experienced back home was traditional. My parents weren't very fond of different cultural foods." With a sigh, she added "There is a high chance that we have something similar however, what does into this Spanish omelet of yours?"

Carrick yawned slightly as he finished chopping the ham with a scraping of the knife on the cutting board he cleaned it then put it in the dishwasher. Again Andrea and the Eejit started to converse about their lives before this place, he however remained quite having nothing bad to say about his mother, even if she nagged him from time to time to call him.

She could be as distant as he could and caring as he could. She was always whatever he needed her to be. He always needed her to be a fantastic cooker, which she always had been. His dad on the other hand… he was basically a bull in a china shop with jackhammers for hands when he was in the kitchen.

The ham was chunked and the knife was in the dishwasher all that was needed now was for the ham to be put into the omelets. When Alex started talking about something or another that was when Carrick decided after he got his food he would make an attempt to go to bed, even if he was planning on not going to school in the morning.

The smell of the wrong kind of omelette made him a bit sad on the inside. Though he couldn't eat omelettes on a regular basis as it was not the best thing to eat if you wanted to keep a thin physique. While his eyes wandered around Andrea, and occasionally Carrick, he could tell that she was just as concerned about Carrick's knife stunt as he was, and he was desperately hoping she would say something. Sadly she did not. In the meanwhile, as onion was put in next, and as the tears was still not present. Alexander daydreamed instead about what would happen if you chopped of Carricks head, wondering if two pairs twice as annoying would grow out instead. Never had he rolled his eyes at a person as much as Carrick, unless his record still was when he watched that Twilight movie.


"Oh yes, my mother was quite generous when it came to food, even though I couldn't finish, waste of food but what could I do." If there was one thing he didn't miss, it was just that, he didn't even like a lot of what she made, well he liked, just couldn't eat it. Hearing about Andrea's need for food rising as she left her home just made him more depressed. "Really? Your appetite spiked up and you're still look skinny, I hate you so much for that." Not that he had the worst metabolism in the world, just that he didn't want any setbacks at this age, maybe at 29 right before death age began "Your parents sounds like mine, also they ate usually a lot of traditional food." Alexander replied to Andrea's comment on her parents food habits. He didn't dwell too much on it, as he had to remember the few ingredients of a Spanish tortilla instead. "Ehm, well there is eggs of course, and potatoes, onions, and yeah seasoning you prefer of course, they usually get quite fat though, and heavy, despite that, it does taste good, and it's vegetarian." Smiling to Andrea, he continued to trace his fingers around his glass.

Grinning, she lifted the pan and held it out for Carrick to add his ham chunks. He seemed oddly quiet... however, that could have just been born from hunger. Andrea had noticed that she often went rather quiet when she was on empty. Lack of energy often left the tongue with nothing to do. She nodded her head absently, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as she reflected back. Nowadays she could have finished off at least four of five servings- even with her mothers generous portions. In a way, she felt connected to the quiet, mild mannered Alex. A thread of understanding it seemed linked them due to their family's... but then..

>>"Really? Your appetite spiked up and you're still look skinny, I hate you so much for that."

The gorgon smiled sadly at no one in particular. The thread of understanding snapped, and she felt alone again. "Yes, I suppose it is an enviable trait..." Her free hand wandered absently to her stomach, feeling through her pajamas her shrinking stomach. Her gloved fingers brushed against her ribs and she sighed, taking a deep breath of omelet scented air. Many women, and men, wanted to be skinny... and many went to great lengths to achieve an 'attractive' weight. She doubted however, that he would willingly trade her an endless hunger and constant headaches for her figure.

She glanced his way, before reaching over and clicking the stove top off. Then again, she didn't know him all that well. Perhaps he would. "Foods done!" Setting the pan back down, she set about collecting two plates before snatching up her spatula again. She deposited half of the omelet onto Carricks plate, before shoveling the other onto her own. The empty pan went into the sink, as well as the spatula. On the way back she picked up her plate and grabbed two forks from the silverware drawer. "Fork?' The question was directed at the winged on, she held the tool out for him to take carefully.

Another yawn escaped his mouth as he realized he was in fact getting tired again, which might have had something to do with the large amount of food he had been eating recently. He took the eggs and the fork then nodded to her and said thanks you. Andrea looked a little sad when Eejit mentioned something about hating her for her weight, which caused Carrick to sigh. He really was an Eejit; even Carrick knew you couldn’t comment about a woman’s weight even if it was joking.

It was a lesson his mother drilled into him after his father made a joke about her weight when he was playing cards with a few of his poker buddies. Long story short the party ended and everyone left by ambulance, really his mother wasn’t someone anyone should up set. ”Blanery Blatherer!” Carrick said off handily as he took a bite of his eggs hoping Andrea wasn’t going to break Alex in two like his mother would do to his father.

Eating some more of his eggs he yawned again and rubbed his eyes slightly before looking up to Andrea, ”Brilliant, all of it!” continuing to chow down on the eggs Carrick scooped the last bit on his fork and ate it. Getting up and washing off his plate and placing it in the dishwasher Carrick looked back to Andrea and smiled, ”Thanks for the meal, it was delicious! I’ll find a way to repay the favor, promise…” he waved to her and headed to the hallway only to stop and look back in, ”Oh Eejit, Eggs aren’t vegetarian, in fact I don’t now how you could even consider a baby chick, or bird not meat…” he smirked and then waved, ”Food for thought, night Andrea, night Eejit!” Carrick said as he headed off to bed, confident his dreams would be far more pleasant than before.

Enviable trait indeed, of course he couldn't help but to feel hopelessly jealous. He had always gained weight far too easily, even though he exercised regularly, of course he knew it was his screwed up metabolism that was the root of all evil, yet the feeling of guilt never left his gut when it came to food. Since he was young he had always seen the people around him eating, much more food than him and still managed to keep themselves at a normal weight. Perhaps it was his fault, or his smaller Asian framed body couldn't candle it all. Carrick himself just did his thing by yelling out randomness from his undeveloped brain. Blanery Blatherer what on earth did he mean by that? Perhaps some random family thing of his, after all he had a tattoo despite his young age. Not only a tattoo but a randomly tacky family thing tattoo, it could have worked of course had the tattoo been prettier.

With the food done, he felt that he was just a nuisance that only took up place and oxygen in the room. Carrick ate at an incredible speed, saying that he found it brilliant. Though one could wonder if he really had a chance to even taste, or better yet chew the food before he swallowed. The moment he was done however, he got up and waved goodbye to Andrea, heading for the hallway. Of course the little child demon couldn't leave without trying to sound more intelligent than them. "Eggs normally bought at a store have not been fertilized, therefore there are no baby chickens that will grow in those eggs." He yelled after Carrick's back.

"One would imagine he should know stuff like that at his age, but I guess you don't know what you don't want to know." He said to Andrea. Carrick didn't have much manners though, just leaving after Andrea had been cooking for him, at least he could have stuck around for Andrea to finish her own meal. "You know Andrea, you're a pretty nice person, we should totally hang out some day, without well, Carrick." He smiled, though she could do what she wanted. Looking at her outfit he knew that she definitely needed some help, though he kind of liked the 'couldn't care less' look she had going. He waited patiently for Andrea to finish her meal before he would leave for his room, and possibly get some sleep before the rest of the school woke up to make the best effort at creating noise.

Jumping a little at Carricks outburst... Andrea blinked and decided not to question him. She didn't know what his words meant... nor did she think she wanted to know if the tone he used with them meant anything... but, he finished whatever thought it had been by complimenting her cooking. She smiled between bites, too eager too quench her ever persistent hunger to stop and add any input to the comments. When he mentioned eggs being a meat too, Andrea paused and glanced down at her place. They were... in a way. Being made up of the same proteins and basic components that other meats were... she supposed in a way... but, it was a matter of opinion really.

She waved, chewing prevented her from talking, at Carrick as he left. Then, she turned her attention to Alex, who decided to add his own opinion to add to the egg discussion. Andrea simply sat quietly and watched. His next Comment was aimed at her, about how the winged one should know certain things... She tilted her head, chewing as she thought. In all honesty, she had no room too speak of others. Her high school diploma only guaranteed that she knew a hand full of things- some history, some math, writing and spelling... nothing spectacular of course. When it came to things such as eggs and what classified as meat, or not meat... she was out of her league.

But, then he said something she was more easily capable of answering. He thought she was a nice person? They should hang out? For a moment, she wondered if that was one of those pick up lines she had been warned to avoid. Right up there with 'How you doin'?' and 'Pardon me miss, I seem to have lost my phone number, could I borrow yours?'... but he really didn't seem like the type so She stopped chewing and set down her fork in order to answer him. "Sure. You seem like a totally nice person as well." Finishing her sentence with a smile (one she hoped was devoid of omelet bits) she finished off her meal quickly and stood to place her dish and silverware in the sink. With that task done, she turned back to him and shuffled toward the door. "We'll have to make a plan to do something... "

she paused, what did people normally do when they 'hung out'? She reflected back to her time spent with Saphrius... "Though, I'm not very good at figuring out things to do..." With a guilty smile, she scratched at the back of her head. She rather hated pushing things off onto others, but she doubted he would want to sit in the garden and read quietly... that was more of a by yourself thing... After hearing his reply, she waved goodnight and made her own tired departure to her room. She was also hopeful of getting some sleep tonight.

It appeared to him that even though Andrea was seemingly nice, she had this strange vibe to her, almost as if she meant different things than what she said. It made him think of himself in many ways. He admired that she wouldn't get into discussions or conflicts. A strongly opinionated Alexander of course wouldn't dream of not saying something, if he was completely against anything. He felt slightly amused when Andrea said he was a nice person as well, knowing that she had most likely said it to be polite.

He knew the minute Andrea said she wasn't very good at figuring out things to do, that he had to take her shopping. He had been saving money for some time, and wanted to get some new stuff. He was saddened by the fact that he now had to save up money, instead of asking for it, but knew that it was the way it was. "We should go shopping, that's fun, and you get to exercise while you walk and try on clothes too" Smiling, he realised how idiotic it sounded, comparing shopping with exercising. Who in their right mind would want to go exercising, and count that as hanging out.

"We can discuss a time and place later okay? Cause I am getting awfully tired, and I guess it's time for me to go the bed." He smiled at her before he got up from his seat. Still holding his glass he went over to the sink and poured the rest of the water out, before rinsing it and putting it in the dishwasher. He stopped right before he got to the door and turned around facing Andrea. "Goodnight, I'll see you around" He said to her, before he got out in the hallway, heading for his bedroom.