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“What are you looking for?”

I open what appears to be a pantry cabinet “Cookie Crisp, Fruit Loops, even Honey Nut Cheerios would be okay” Other than oat rearbanzo beans, various pastas, sauces, and other healthy, un-fun foods awaits

“I don’t think I have any of those”

“Not even Honey Nut Cheerios? Frosted Mini-Wheats? Either would do in a pinch Or Eggo waffles”

“Uh, no, none of those, either”

He opens the fridge, rifles around, and holds up a container that looks like cream “I make a pretty mean omelet”

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be liquid egg product I stand behind hiathers various itee, much like his cabinets, is full of healthy stuff Even his jam is made of real fruit The last itee juice It isn’t from concentrate, either It’s fresh squeezed and super pulpy

I haven’t agreed to the o better—preferably with high quantities of sugar Alex, however, already has the frying pan out The last cabinet I try contains Alex’s candy stash It’s pathetic at best, consisting of two chocolate bars—both the extra dark, bitter variety—and a bag of Swedish Fish

I hoist myself onto the counter and shiver as s to keepopen

“Swedish Fish for breakfast?”

I ignore his look of disgust and pop a green one into ary flavor “Aren’t you elatinouspan

“It’s an egg-white oood” Alex reaches around me for a container He pops the lid and du egg whites I question whether it’s possible for it to taste good

“Where’s the bacon? All I see are veggies Bacon is imperative, or at the very least you should have ham for it to qualify as an omelet Does it even have cheese? And what’s hites only? The yolk is the best part”

I’et under his skin I don’t honestly feel this way; he’s obviously one of those healthy eaters Aside froences Maybe I can irritate hih to takeomelets