Quiet Day at Home (Rhian & Tess)

A few weeks back at home and it felt like Rhian had never left. This one had only been a two week stint, but...she figured that was the way of things. Home is home, and her home consisted of Tess and her cat. It wasn't a lot, but then she'd never needed a lot.

Her job had been here waiting for her, Russ had always said. The old man, who ran the local pub in the muggle part of town was wonderfully accommodating when Rhian had to go job hunting out of town. The fact that it was pertaining to dragons never had to be known. As much as she wanted a job in her field, she enjoyed her life at the pub as well.

Grabbing her clothes hamper out of her closet, she set about picking the rest of the dirty items off the floor where they'd landed. It wasn't that the brunette was intentionally dirty, but she'd gotten into the habit of making her room feel...lived in. Especially after moving out of the house. She liked when it was clean just fine, but a little bit of clutter never really bothered her. Plus, Kit seemed to like laying on the piles that smelled like her, and it was hard to say no to the fluff ball.

With everything she needed in the hamper, she headed downstairs. The washer and dryer were in a small closet-like room just to the side of the bathroom. Piling things in, and setting it to the right dials, she got it started. She closed the closet so as to soften the noise, and made her way into the kitchen, looking for something to snack on.

Humming to herself, Rhian moved fluidly through the motions of making breakfast for two. She and Tess had a small calendar hanging by the refrigerator with their work schedules on it. This came in handy if they wanted to plan outings, pick up groceries, or just plan to have down time. On days like today though, she was excited to see they both had time off. Usually making food for one, Rhian was always excited to cook for someone else.

By the time she heard Tess making her way downstairs, most of the food was ready and keeping warm in the oven. She was just pouring the eggs into the skillet as she hear a mumbled greeting from behind her. "Good morning to you, sleepy head," she laughed softly. Rhian was by no means a morning person. But she did perk up quickly when doing something she loved.

Knowing Tess quite well, she'd already set out two mugs for coffee. While the eggs did their own thing for a minute, she moved over to the pot and poured one for each of them. Sliding Tess's over to her, she asked, "Did you want one pancake or two?" She always made too much for them to ever finish, but her leftovers usually kept rather well.

She grabbed a few plates out of the cupboard and finished up the eggs. Pulling the food out of the oven, she sighed as the smells hit her full in the face: a mix of regular and chocolate chip pancakes, sausage, and bacon. Most of these items weren't hard to whip up, she just usually didn't go to the trouble if it was just for herself. It's why she loved these mornings.

Quickly piling the plates, she sat next to Tess at the island and slid her plate to her. "Anything planned today?" she asked, taking a bite of bacon.

Rhian's good mood continued, Tess's praise lifting her higher. Most people who encountered the other woman found her terse and quite aloof. It took years of friendship for Rhian to get past that colder exterior, to the squishy center that was her best friend. Even so, she loved her jagged edges just as much.

Hearing what she'd already known, having read their schedules the night before, she acknowledged with a point of her fork to the wall calendar. She dug into her pancakes as Tess asked her for ideas for the day. She had places to go, and people to meet with, in regards to her never-ending job search. But that was not in the cards for today. As much as she knew she needed to get on the ball with this stuff, a couple years behind the curve as it was, Rhian had learned that she needed to make time for herself and her friends.

And the things she loves. "What do you think about just hitting the shops? I haven't been to the bookstore since my trip, and I'm running dangerously low on reading material." This was far from true, as she had a nasty habit of collecting used books from anywhere she could find them. But nothing was catching her interest at the moment, and she wasn't interested in re-reading any of her old favorites either. "Plus, we could stop for ice cream." She knew that would get a rise.

Kit wandered into the kitchen then, meowing at the two of them in a rather aggressive manor. "Don't be like that, you. I know you have food." Ignoring those big eyes, she turned back to Tess. "How are things, by the way? At the Hospital. Did I miss anything interesting while I was gone?"