Title: Breakfast Talk
Fandom/Original: Bleach
Characters: Orihime, Uryuu, Rukia, Ichigo, Chad
Pairing: UryuuxOrihime
Rating: G
Word Prompt: Breakfast
Word Count: 524
Summary: It was a secret how he could stand her food, and it would remain that way.

Author Notes: Meh. Slightly OOCness, but I imagine that Uryuu would be able to get around insulting her cooking style without insulting her and still get away with not eating it.

Orihime pranced around, completely and utterly happy with herself.

It wasn't often that she entertained guests at her house. The last times had normally been when somebody had been attempting to kill her, or abduct her, or when people randomly showed up because they got locked out of their house.

The only person that came to her house on a regular basis was Tatsuki-chan, and that was normal, of course.

There was also the occasional appearance from Chizuru, but she, for some odd reason, would disappear after a short time and a big, sometimes awkward hug. She had been wondering about asking Tatsuki-chan about the girl's sudden disappearances, but by the time she saw her, she'd already forgotten.

Now, she had friends over and she was finally getting a chance to cook for somebody other than herself!

"Eat up!" she instructed, her gray eyes practically lighting up as she watched her four friends attempt to shovel the food onto their plates.

She didn't notice the way they were grimacing.

Of course, it wasn't her fault that most people always seemed to be giving her food weird looks. It wasn't like she meant for them to come out looking a little strange. It just kind of happened that way.

When you put bean paste in a soufflé, you really didn't expect it to come out looking all brown and slightly droopy.

But it tasted fine.

Once Orihime had sat herself down, Ichigo shot up in his seat.

"I'm, uh," he started, glancing around, first at Rukia, then Chad, then Orihime, then Uryuu, and then back to Rukia.

He seemed to debate something before reaching across the table and grabbing Rukia's hand from the table, where it was refusing to lift to put the gelatin-like eggs in her mouth. "Hollow!" he cried, dragging Rukia – even though she seemed to be running quickly behind him – towards the door with him. "Sorry, Inoue-san, gotta run! You know, death, gore, fighting, I gotta be manly and save the town."'

Orihime blinked, "But I didn't sense any –"

Ichigo was already out the door, Rukia waving a quick goodbye with her trailing hand.

Chad sighed and pushed at his plate. "I was supposed to go help Urahara-san at the shop," he said, getting up. "The meal was. . . uh, very nice, Inoue-san." The open door was shut behind him.

Orihime grinned as she glanced at Uryuu, who put his chopsticks down and held out a hand for her to take. "I thought they were never going to leave," he murmured against the skin below her earlobe, his freehand rubbing circles on her hip bone and she leaned against him.

"They would have," she sighed happily, her eyes closing as she fingered the back of his hair, "once I showed them my seaweed pancakes. By the way, do you want some?"

A shiver went down Uryuu's spine that had nothing to do with the way her left hand was scraping at his chest through his thin school uniform.

"Orihime, breakfast talk and bedroom talk are two different things." He pressed her back against the floor before smiling against her shoulder.