Breakfast in Bed for Marsai

Fenrir's POV

Breakfast. I could make her breakfast!

Sighing contentedly, I walked straight in the direction I hoped was the kitchen, on my way to prepare breakfast for my wife. I liked the sound of that.

Okay. Cooking…I have to make 'food'. Edible food.

I don't know how to cook. Heavens have mercy! I can't imagine that it was after I had already messed up the kitchen, that I so conveniently remember I don't know the first thing about cooking.

Sighing, I looked around dejectedly. Running my hands through my already messy hair, I heaved another deep breath. What do I do now? Should I ask for help? No, Fenrir! If you do that, it will be more embarrassing for her to find out you took all the credit for someone's else's cooking than for her to know that you don't even know how to cook.

Goodness! This was harder than I thought! But the Chefs...they make it look so easy, like just put a pot on the fire, throw things in, eggs, vegetables, and the whole lot. Cover the pot and in a few m