A weak later…
"Come on Taylor eat your porridge."
Lalia said in a warm but impatient tone. Holding a wooden spoon.
"But mom it's tastes bad."
He retorted.
Can you at least put some sugar in it.
Lalia put her hand on her chin deep in thought.
"Sugar? Hmm… It's too expensive to get, we usually get it from the neighbouring village."
"So it's that expensive huh!"
He sad in a defeated voice.
*Back in my old world sugar was easy to get, it was five blocks away at a convenient store. I can't believe that the things I used too take foe granted are this rare here, Damn it!*
"Okay, now open wide!"
She leaned in, wooden spoo on hand.
"No, way I'm getting that thing n my mouth."
He closed his mouth and looked on his side.
"But you used to love this, every morning you'd wake me up early in the morning, Whining about the porridge and say Mommy I want porrid-."
"Okay fine!"
Taylor said cutting her off with embarrassment.
Taylor's cheeks turning crimson as Lalia brought back the unpleasant memories.
"Fine, just this once!"
He said with clear unwillingness in his voice.
"Okay, now open wide!"
Her hand began closing the distance between him and the spoon as it reached his mouth the test was horrid but regardless he swallowed.
"Yuck!"
He let out his face making a horrid expression clearly disgusted the aftertaste still lingered in his mouth.
*Its disgusting but still, Can't have her thinking I'm not the real Taylor.*
As soon as he let out the thought a sudden knock caught both of them in surprise.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Who is it."
Lalia asked her voice filled with a tinge of curiosity and annoyance.
"It's me Garin."
Came the reply from outside, The voice was that of young man in his thirties.
"Oh, Garin what a pleasant surprise come in."
Lalia called from the inside, her voice shifting to something warm.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The door handle creaked changing the atmosphere of the room, Garin stepped inside, a bright smile lighting from his face. A man in his thirties with dark redish hair, a strong build and charm.
*Garin, is a friend of Lalia's from the past, and the leader of the village's hunting platoon, he carried himself as intelligence, capable and definitely any woman's cup of tea except for Lalia, apparently. I could tell he had a soft spot for her, although he hasn't said anything directly. It was pretty obvious from my point of view and also I heard some stories apparently Garin asked her out one time and he was met with rejection and got friend zoned and chose the deadbeat.*
"Good morning, Garin!"
Lalia greeted him warmly, her expression brightening his face.
"Good morning!"
He said easing his voice it seems he got nervous around Lalia, as his cheeks turned blood red at a simple greeting. Taylor couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the tension crackling between them.
He just stood there watching as the madness unfold in front him as they exchanged glances.
"So, uhm, Taylor, are you up for another spar?"
Garin asked, his brimming with mischiev.
"Heck yeah!"
He exclaimed, rising from his chair.
*Anything to get out of eating this white glob of death they call porridge!*
As if reading his mind Lalia beat him to it.
"Now wait a sec, you two! Taylor your not going anywhere unless you finish your porridge!"
Yes, ma'am,"
He replied almost, mockingly trying to feign solemnity.
*So much for escaping, the situation.*
"Garin, do you want some left over porridge!"
Lalia offered smiling.
"How could I refuse such an offer?"
*What a simp!*
As Lalia served him the porridge, Taylor couldn't help but watch his confidence demeanour.
"Here's your porridge!"
Lalia handed him the white stuff, without a second thought he stuffed the porridge into his mouth without a second thought.
*Huh! He's downing that porridge like there's no tomorrow, I guess everyone in this village is used to it. Maybe I'm being dramatic it's time to stop acting like a whiny bitch and start acting like a man. Maybe if I imagine it has sugar in it then maybe just maybe it might actually taste better.*
With this new flawless plan, he grabbed the wooden sword, he spun and mirrored Garin's actions shoving the porridge into his mouth.
Minutes later both there bowls where empty, devoid of any signs of white blobs.
"Thanks for the meal!"
They both shouted in unison.
Lalia beamed at the two clearly pleased.
"Good job you two! Now you can go and have your sparing match!"
They both looked at each other, Taylor giving him a nod and Garin nodded back.
As they stepped outside, I felt the crisp air filling his lungs, invigorating him for whatever lay ahead.