A/N: Well, some things may never change...
Set between When the Journey Ends and Cos I'm in Love With You
The crash pierced through his early morning slumber; the half formed dream dissolving amongst the subsequent cacophony. His youthful mind, honed after years of relentless adventuring, snapped into action and he sat upright; ready for the imminent threat.
The thick noxious smoke creeping under the bedroom door was not imminent, but Lloyd recognised it instantly as a threat. An unconventional one maybe; a threat that did not consist of thrusting swords or powerful incantations, nor the power and fury of a national disaster, but a dire threat nevertheless. He knew that, rather than a combination of his numerous skills, this particular threat would require just the one.
And with that Lloyd sagged, for he knew effective lying was the weakest of his skills.
Creeping to the door, the young man took the handle and - slowly - opened it. The door creaked gently in protest, as if aware of his plan, and Lloyd winced. For this particular threat assessment, stealth was mandatory.
Outside in the hallway the thick smoke led the way, like a nebulous guide, downstairs to where the threat was forming.
Moving softly down the stairs, Lloyd followed the smoky trail to the door of the kitchen and braced himself as he pushed it open to get a better look at his adversary. His worst fears were confirmed as an explosion of scents assaulted his nose.
The threat was more powerful than he had anticipated.
Presea stood in the kitchen with her back to the door, in the process of moving a pan from the stove. It was from this pan that the thick smoke was emerging, although countless other pots, pans, plates and bowls contained substances of unknown origin, and at least half of these seemed to be emitting similar wispy tendrils and fumes. The kitchen itself looked as though a small war had recently been fought within its walls - a war where food had been the primary weapon of choice...
...and, by the looks of it, where Presea had been the primary target.
His eyes moved to the plate to which she was transferring the contents of the pan.
A surprise breakfast. With the emphasis on 'surprise'.
Lloyd quickly cast his eyes over the various ingredients, hoping to be able to work out what exactly she was making. Then, resigned to his fate, he crept back upstairs to await the inevitable.
Presea gained a new title.
Title: Domestic Goddess
Description: Her small form belies great determination. But someone should tell her - practice doesn't always make perfect...
Stat Bonus: DEF, EVA (in others)
I am quite enjoying having fun experimenting with this fic atm. I only have 2 more ideas planned now. The Meltokio ball scene from the game, and the wedding day. Those of you that are still reading and reviewing - if you have any scenes/scenarios you would like to see on here, then drop me a line or mention in the reviews. I'm open to requests. Until then...