Prompt: Baralai wakes up one morning to find a loaf of french bread in his bed. What happened? For iamleaper, who seems to enjoy stories involving Baralai and french bread.
Notes: 100-word drabble. No baked goods were harmed in the making of this story.
The sound of chewing woke me. Opening my eyes, I discovered a half-eaten loaf of french bread on the pillow, flakes of crust littering the sheets, and I lifted my head to glare at the other inhabitant of the bed.
"What?" Gippal said through his mouthful.
"You're making a mess."
"Sorry, 'Lai. Got hungry, needed an early breakfast." His eye twinkled. "You wore me out."
He grinned. "Want some?"
I plucked the loaf from his hand and set it on the bedside table. "I'd rather have something else."
He lowered his mouth to mine, all thoughts of food forgotten.