J.D woke up the next morning to the sound and smell of frying bacon. Despite only being dressed in his black boxer shorts, he made his way out to the kitchen and was surprised to find Elliot standing at the stove, cooking up a packet of bacon.
"Morning J.D." she said perkily. She was fully dressed, and had clearly been up for a while. J.D sat down at the table, which was already loaded with pancakes, sausages and scrambled eggs, as well as some hash browns and a pitcher of orange juice.
"Did you cook all of this?" he asked in disbelief.
"Of course," she replied, sliding the cooked bacon on to a plate, "why do you ask?"
"I don't know, I just never really thought of you as 'domestic'."
"Our maid used to teach me how to cook on Saturday mornings, during my parents' passive-aggressive squash match." Elliot explained as she carried the bacon over to the table, "She taught me so much... Until my mother fired her for 'enabling my trip to tubby town'."
J.D stifled a laugh at his girlfriend's dysfunctional homelife, and instead raised an eyebrow at the sheer amount of food. "Why did you cook so much?"
Elliot shrugged, "I dunno, you don't have to eat it all..."
J.D reached for a plate, but Elliot stopped him.
"Wait!"
She handed him a bright green pill and a small glass of water.
"What's this for?" he asked, confused.
"It's just a vitamin pill." she explained, sitting down, "You're supposed to take it with meals."
J.D shrugged and gulped down the pill. Almost immediately he felt a powerful hunger, and began loading up his plate with big piles of eggs, bacon and potatoes. Elliot smiled and pushed a stack of buttery pancakes towards him.
***
Half an hour later, and J.D sat back, completely stuffed. He had eaten almost everything on the table, as well as the entire jug of OJ, and it showed. His belly bulged out over his pants, rigid with food.
"Oogh," he groaned, before letting out a burp, "I am so full..."
"Mm-hm."
He looked up at Elliot, who was smiling at him over a mug of coffee.
"Hey," he said, looking at her clean plate, "didn't you have any?"
Elliot stood up, fanning a napkin to his greasy lips.
"Nah, I'm not really a big breakfast person."
"But..."
"Shouldn't you go get ready for work?"
"Oh my God!" exclaimed J.D, looking at the clock. Moving as fast as his stuffed belly would let him, he got dressed and left for work, leaving a happy Elliot to clean up the dishes.
Later on...
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