Colette began spreading butter over some toasted baguettes before sprinkling them with
salt flakes and some of the
radish slices, placing them one by one
on a little plate.
"If I were malicious, I would say zat turnabout was fair play, yes?" She said with a little smile, moving to take the eggs out of the pan to rest on a piece of kitchen roll. "You likely cannot recall, but for ze majority of our relationship I had difficulty in accepting zings you did for me, of a monetary nature. I felt guilty, like I was using you for my own gain, and feared zat I would become unappreciative." The pan was taken out of the oven and the sandwiches, which looked to be something of the fried ham and cheese variety, were plated up, with the
sunny-side-up eggs placed atop them.
"It took me time to believe ze truz, zat zese zings were not done for me, but for us to share. Even if it seemed a little one-sided at first, zings evened out in ze end." Extra hands had to come into play, what with three plates and some morning bevvy accessories like cream and sugar.
"Now, would you like to set
our table, so zat
we may have
our brunch in
our home? Togezer?"