Nimeway looked around the kitchen, there was some bread sitting out wrapped in a cloth. Nimeway’s stomach growled, but she had eaten plenty of bread in the past few days and wanted to eat something else. She made her way to the other table in the corner of the room and looked to see what laid on it. There was a little of the smoked salmon Ross had given her, though most of it was eaten. At this point, Nime would have normally given up on eating, but she remembered Ross telling her she needs to make sure she was eating.
She let out a soft sigh, and grabbed a small piece of the salmon before making her way to the cupboard by the fire. Nimeway opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out some of the dried vegetables. Her little fox, Milo, stood by the large breakfast table, watching Nime for any handouts. He began to wiggle in excitement when Nime walked back to the breakfast table. She slipped a piece of the salmon to him, which the little fox munched on in joy.
Milo was content with the little food Nime gave him and trotted back into the bedroom, making himself comfortable on the sheets of their bed. Nime turned back to the table as she began to cut up the dried fruit and dump them into a pot filled with water. Perhaps this time, she would not mess up the food.
With the pot of water and vegetables in her hands, Nimeway made her way to the fire. She set the food over the flames, walking back to the table. She looked down, noticing that she had left her gloves out the night before. She debated with herself, should she take care of it? Or is she too lazy right now? Nime finally shrugged, picking up the glove and carrying it into the bedroom.
Upon the bed, the little fox was sprawled out, his legs sticking in the air as he looks at Nime when she entered. Milo took up over half the bed, but when Nime walked in, he quickly stood up and moved so she could be seated. She laughed, putting the gloves into the dresser before plopping down on the bed. Nime smiled, reaching over and scratching Milo behind the ear.
“Hello there,” Nime said in a sweet tone. Milo responded by nudging Nime’s swollen stomach. She laughed softly, “Yes Milo, I have a few months still.”
The fox chirped, curling up into a ball beside her. The room was warm from the fire and this made Nime yawn, she had slept better than most nights, but she was still tired. She laid down, forgetting about the pot over the fire. Forgetting that Milo was on the foot of the bed. She closed her eyes, drifting into sleep.
When Nime awoke, the smell of smoke filled the room. She quickly jumping to her feet, remembering the pot of food on the fire. The smoke made Nime rush to the main kitchen, Milo following her closely. Nime wrapped a cloth over her hand, pulling the pot off of the fire and moving it to the table. Luckily, it had not caught on fire, but all the water had been boiled out and the vegetables were blackened.
Milo peered up at Nime as she lowered the pot to him. He sniffed the food and looked back to Nime as if saying, ‘You really can’t cook.’
She sighed, putting the pot of burnt vegetables back onto the table and grabbing a slice of bread to eat. “I’m not going to even try again, Ross will be home soon and he will make us something to eat,” and with that, Nime grabbed some of the bread and made her way out of the house, Milo following behind her as they went out for a walk.
‘There is one thing more exasperating than a chef who can cook and won't, and that's the chef who can't cook and will.’
