Advent Fic Meme, Day 1
Grace didn’t even bother to crack an eye open when she felt something cold ooze over her scales. The best part of a power outage during the day was how it just didn’t matter. She had a perfect basking spot, the sun was warm, and she was way too comfortable to bother moving, even just an eyelid. Saoirse, your goddamned bird had better not have taken another dump on me, she warned the younger dragon.
She groaned when Saoirse just giggled at her and started poking her with a stick.
No, no bird. Well, sort of, Saoirse conceeded. "Bird byproduct?" she offered.
Quit poking me, Grace grumbled, still not really into the mood to move.
If I quit annoying you, you won’t flame on, and thus my experiment would be rendered invalid, Saoirse replied.
Grace groaned. You do realize that I don’t actually require being upset or annoyed to raise my body temperature like that, right? Therefore the stick is unnecessary.
But the stick is part of the fun, Saoirse argued.
What the hell are you two doing? Zef demanded from the police station.
She’s being strange again, Grace explained.
Carry on, then, carry on, Zef told them, sounding far too amused by them.
I will, Saoirse promised with an audible grin. “Yay! Done!” she announced, scraping whatever it was off of Grace’s back. “Hm,” she mused, tasting something. “Not bad. Needs some better seasoning, but the first attempt is quite passable.”
That… was strange enough to get Grace to twist her head around. Saoirse, why on earth were you frying an egg on me?
“Well, it seemed like it’d work better than the pavement. We are in a mediterranean climate, you know. Death Valley, I could manage it. Here, there’s just too much fog.”
Grace didn’t really have a response to that, so she redirected. You can power the microwave or the stove on your own just by holding the plug and concentrating. We have microwave dinners for a reason.
“That is nowhere near as much fun. Besides, inquiring minds wanted to know.”
You know what, fine. Whatever. Just use the damned skillet next time, Grace told her. And get the hose out.
“Are you going to make steam again?” Saoirse perked up at the thought.
That wouldn’t really get the egg remains off my back, now would it? Start scrubbing, bratling, Grace admonished her, as gently as Grace was capable of.
Saoirse did so, smiling. She knew she had a family now; who else would let her get away with frying eggs on their backs?