That bacon sizzled near satisfyingly within the pan. The hiss and pop of the fat as the meat fried resulted in a delectable aroma spreading about the house.One complimented by the sausage the Frenchman fried beside it and too- the warm, freshly made bread he had stored within the oven to keep at that ideal temperature while he added the finishing touches to those handmade pastries. It was, admittedly, an exceptionally large breakfast and yet Matteo found a distinct sense of...peace within the kitchen. His mind, in those moments, was fixated upon little save for cooking. The tasks were simple, methodical and almost rhythmic. Cooking, after all, had been his veritable passion for centuries upon centuries. There was a familiarity to it he found soothing. The near ancient Fae nothing short of content in any kitchen. Having the opportunity to cook for his family was a decided bonus. Matteo, quite simply, was at his....happiest when allowed to do just that. Ah, if only Alexander had known how taken he would become with those culinary arts all those centuries ago when he had been given little to work with to save that open fire and whatever stringy, gamey meat those soldiers caught. How the world had changed- and decidedly for the better.
It was the sound of footsteps upon the polished floor that prompted the Frenchman's silver gaze to glance upward. The sight of Aiden, with Mira in toe, so readily coaxed a simper to his lips as he reached to turn that bacon, his other hand continuing to adjust the temperature on the oven. Whatever words of greeting the Frenchman had been about to utter were halted by Aiden's apparent eagerness to share that morning tale with him as his son strode into the kitchen. Mira, as if anticipating that very story, began to nearly fail in a decidedly sincere effort to silence her partner, the pair momentary locked in a decidedly short-lived tussle before Aiden succeeded in pinning Mira's arms to her side with a veritable hug. Her efforts to forcibly close his lips having failed in near monumental style. How very....innocent that scene was. Those actions between lovers were hardly unusual and yet- Matteo had waited a veritable lifetime to see Aiden engage in something so simple as....playfulness with a woman. How very good she was for him. How desperately...meaningful that moment even if the Frenchman so hardly dared to allow his features to falter. Matteo, instead, allowed a ready chuckle to rise from within his throat before one eye lifted in clear curiosity.
"Oh? What did she ask you?"
Matteo reached to lower the temperature on the frying pan before turning his attention toward the oven, the Frenchman having only just managed to grasp that bread before Mira insisted he cover his ears and Aiden promptly announced that Mira had believed he had hesitated to make her his girlfriend for fear he had taken another lover to his bed. That sudden burst of genuine laughter erupted smoothly from within the Frenchmans throat, Mira's near indignant huff only seeming to increase the Fae's amusement as he regarded her. His head simply shook as those final few chuckles hummed within his cheat. Matteo, this time, unable to prevent that grin that found his features.
"Ah, Mon Cherie, this is not something you will ever have to fear. I promise you that. Aidun is not designed for more than one woman at a time. I like this one, Aidun, she is funny."
Those words were nothing short of good-natured as the Frenchman teased. Ah! But if only Mira knew how much of a veritable miracle it was that Aiden had taken one woman to his bed, let alone two! Miracles of that magnitude, he was sure, did not happen. The WereKing was quick to release his companion now that the danger of her silencing him had passed. Aiden made his way to those barstools as Mira asked after what he was making. Matteo's attention returned to that cooking near all at once. The Frenchman so began to line up those completed dishes upon the island. That breakfast spread a veritable feast and yet, of late, even Dorian and Sebastian had been inclined to eat when they woke. Matteo having made a habit of saving them enough to enjoy later if they were so inclined.
"I have made something of everything. There is bacon and sausage and egg, that is freshly made bread and butter, there is some fruit and cheese over there, there are pancakes and syrup there and these are chocolate croissants that I finished making this morning. Please Mira, do not tell me you wanted cereal or some other food from a box. This one tried to give me pasta from a packet once. Do you believe this? Ha! The memory of this betrayal haunts me still."
Matteo lifted that bread knife to gesture toward Aiden then, his gaze narrowed in a veritable mock suspicion. That hint of a simper content to tug at his lips all the same even despite the seriousness of that faux pas. Matteo not yet having managed to allow Aiden to live down that very thing. Mira's suggestion of those mimosas however so readily prompted the Frenchman to nod, Matteo content to gesture toward the refrigerator.
"You should find what you need in there, Mon Amie."
Aiden's attention had returned to his phone then, the younger man near studiously beginning that search for another home for himself and his pack, his request for a charger met with a murmur of agreement from the Frenchman. The very charger Aiden so desired appeared within nearly the same moment in Matteo's hand before being tossed toward the Were.
"Here Aidun, catch."
Aiden, he knew, would be capable of catching that charger without so much as glancing up from his phone as Mira settled beside him to look. How long would it take for them to find that new Ark he had already foreseen? Their new home so set to be distinctly more....impressive then the last had ever been.
"Breakfast is ready now, oui. Your grandfather will be here in a few moments, I will eat with him outside. Make sure you save some for your brother and Sebastian, Aidun. Mira, do not let him eat more than three of those pain aut chocolat, the croissants. Sebastian will be distressed if there are none for him and then Dorian will yell at me. Oui, Sebastian thinks I have a, how you say...conspiracy? Agianst him."
Matteo's head shook lightly as he lent atop the marble island, one elbow rested atop the bench, his head rested within his palm in a gesture near boyish before his free hand plucked a slice of apple and cheese from the plate.
"I suppose it is true though- but, ah, that is Alexander. Enjoy your breakfast, non?"
That near impish grin so momentarily seemed to find the Frenchman's features before the sound of Alexander arriving so readily saw the man lean away from that table. Matteo abruptly content to disappear well before Aiden could offer him any kind of lecture. How convenient.
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