Chapter 9: Nightmares & Rain
Bran was in the kitchen using the stove when Misha returned.
If asked, he would describe what he was doing as ’cooking’ but to anyone who had tasted his... creations, his being in the kitchen was a real cause for worry.
Misha shut the door behind him and sniffed.
"What are you cooking?" he asked as he kicked his shoes off, donned his pink fluffy slippers, and went to the kitchen. He’d never smelled something quite like this before.
"Huh? Oh, fried rice," said Bran, spatula in hand.
Misha followed his nose and looked at the contents of the wok in front of Bran. It did not look like any fried rice he had ever seen. Maybe it was a special kind of fried rice.
"You can cook," noted Misha.
Bran nodded. "I get by," he said.
Misha detected a note of pride in his voice. He looked at the ’fried rice’ again and decided to at least give Bran the benefit of the doubt. The man had performed miracles saving him, what was a little cooking anyway?
"How’d the charm go?" asked Bran as he hoisted the wok up with one hand and began to dish out half of its contents into two bowls. It was only half the contents because the other half was stuck to the metal.
"Huh? Oh, good. I played basketball," replied Misha.