Rhys did not cook.
Well, he did not cook often. What he could cook could only best be called the basics to surviving. Ramen, eggs, microwaved hotdogs, sometimes pancakes (though they would not come out in a circle) and french toast. It was enough to survive on if you had to, but it certainly was not something that you would really want the young werewolf to live off of. He had done it, a few times, but still.
This morning, Rhys had managed to wake up early and go for a run and shower before finally deciding to meander his way down stairs to get breakfast. His hair was still a bit damp, but at least he had gotten on some clothes before making his way down. Currently, Rhys was standing with the fridge door wide open, staring inside as if something would magically jump up at him and demand that it be its meal. Or maybe if he stared long enough, he would suddenly know how to cook some of the stuff staring at him.
For a moment, Rhys's hand hovered over a cup of yogurt before wrinkling his nose and grabbing the carton of eggs. He placed that on the counter and again stared at the milk as if debating on using the milk or using water to make his scrambled eggs. Finally, he decided on grabbing the milk before kicking the door closed, spinning around and making another face.
Now he had to find the damn skillet.
Or a microwaveable bowl. He could nuke the eggs if he was just going to have some scrambled ones. That seemed like the best idea at the time, so with out too much other thought, Rhys opened a few of the cabinets until he found sturdy bowls and checked if they could go in the microwave. When he saw that they could, he grinned and started his work.
Oh, there were some people he could think of right now that would be utterly disgusted that he was about to nuke some eggs.
Desperate times. Desperate times.
After adding three eggs and a few dabs of milk, Rhys started to scramble them up with a fork. His hips were swinging a little to the beat of the music that was playing in his headphones. It seemed that he always had music around him, and cooking was no exception to that. It was boring, and while it was a basic skill, it certainly was not something that Rhys was going to master any time soon. He had not mastered it before he was a werewolf, nor had he mastered it in the few weeks that he had been by himself.
It was almost funny how he had moved almost across the damn country and changed so much.. only to have so many things end up being the same. Law was once again his alpha, he was again living in the pack house, and he still was secretly hoping no one would whine about his cooking (if you could call it that) as he stood in the kitchen.
He did miss some of the pre-made meals though. Just like he missed some of his old friends...
But this was a new place, a new opportunity to meet new people. Hell, he was even starting a new chapter in his life with going to college. There was no need for him to dwell on the past. @Eien