Chapter 163: He Always Got What He Wanted
Clyde glanced over. Micah sat on the couch, phone in hand, the light from the screen highlighted the frown on his face. His expression had turned solemn, the sparkle from earlier was gone. The corners of his mouth had flattened.
Clyde studied him for a moment longer, then quietly placed his laptop on the coffee table. He stood up and turned toward the kitchen.
"Do you want some sandwiches?" he asked, keeping his voice casual.
Micah blinked and looked up. His fingers loosened around the phone. "No. I ate too much..." he said, rubbing his stomach with his hand.
Clyde nodded thoughtfully. "What about dessert? I can make some egg custard."
"Really?" Micah’s eyes lit up. His phone slipped to the cushion beside him as he straightened his back.
Clyde’s lips curled slightly. "Yeah." He turned and walked into the kitchen.
Micah followed him with his eyes, arms loosely hugging a cushion now. He didn’t say anything, but there was a faint bounce to his knees, a small sign of his returning energy.
In the kitchen, Clyde pulled ingredients one by one, two eggs, one cup of warm milk, sugar and a vanilla bean pod. He moved with calm efficiently, sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows. He grabbed a bowl and cracked the eggs in. Then he poured in the milk, added a spoonful of sugar, and scraped out the fragrant inside of the vanilla bean. He whisked it all together in a smooth rhythm.
Micah had gotten off the couch and was now leaning against the kitchen doorway, watching curiously. The way Clyde made it seemed so easy. Maybe he could try to learn it?
Clyde finished whisking, then picked up a strainer and carefully poured the mixture through it into four little ramekins. He covered them with cling wrap and placed them neatly into the steamer basket. He put the lid on and started the timer.