Chapter 8: Les œufs

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It was somewhat of a challenge to bring Delphine to the kitchen, but she was excited to leave the room, in spite of the pain. They settled on making an apple pie, with Delphine coordinating while they did the hard work. She could clearly see how these two needed firefighters after cooking. Even with her guidance, they were terrible, and in no time, they started to throw flour at each other, inevitably hitting Delphine in the process. When that happened, they just immediately stood still, looking at her, waiting for her reaction.

Delphine kept a straight face, looking serious and rather pissed, and quickly took two eggs and threw on them.

"Oh man, it's ON!" Brian declared, while getting a fistful of flour.

"That was a cheap shot, Delphine! I have egg all over my hair!" Krystal added, trying to get the egg remnants off her head.

After Brian dispensed the flour on Delphine, who could barely dodge to defend herself. Krystal proceeded and broke an egg right above her head. When they looked at each other, laughter ensues. Then it hits Delphine that a couple of days after being shot, instead of resting and taking it easy, she is more than happy to be spending time with friends, although her wound hurts like a bitch when she laughs. 'Friends' she thinks to herself. It was such a foreign notion to her, even more so recently. However, there she was, hurting a lot more than necessary because she can't stop laughing, and in some weird sense it felt good. For a brief moment, she considers how much Cosima would enjoy herself here.

After a few minutes, they manage to stop.

"Well, I guess we all need a shower now…"

"No doubt" Brian added.

"I will most definitely need help to do that." Delphine said, trying very slowly to get up.

"That's what I'm here for!" Krystal spoke.

Later, when everyone smelled a lot less eggy, they ordered food, and not long after Delphine fell asleep, comprehensibly exhausted after such day. Krystal and Brian were in the living room half watching a TV show. Suddenly, Krystal took a phone out of her pocket. Brian recognized it as Delphine's phone.

"Are you really gonna call her?"

"I guess so. I don't want to keep seeing her so miserable"

"You don't know what happened. Maybe she has every right to be miserable." He looked straight into her eyes, and started to whisper. "I mean, did you see how she reacted to pot? And said it reminded her of this Cosima? Maybe Cosima is a drug dealer, and they were caught in a gang thing you know? Like Romeo and Juliet, but like, in Washington Heights and with two Juliets"

"First, we are in Toronto, not New York. Second, I really think you should write a book. Could be therapeutic you know? To release all that imagination." He nods. "Argh.. I'm gonna do it. I'm sure it would make her happy." She looks at him. "Right?"

"You're the boss!" Brian says, gesticulating.

Krystal turns the phone on, and calls Cosima.

Notes:

I know nothing about drug dealing in the us... the info I got was from the internet, as follows: . :)

Nothing against Washington Heights though... if you live there feel free to invite me to visit. :)