[In a way, it's intriguing - in this city, Jonathan has had opportunities to learn in ways he never could have in Victorian England. There's the obvious - technology has progressed significantly - but there are also skills that came to him out of thin air. Social ideas have advanced, of course, but Jonathan had always been accustomed to either servants or women cooking for him. In a household almost entirely comprised of men, he could hardly leave everything to Holly. Even besides that, there is always a curiosity inside him that hungers for new information, determined to practice and even if it doesn't come naturally.
Jonathan eases out of their bed earlier than usual and sneaks downstairs, still in his pajamas, bringing the stove to the proper heat as he mixes batter. He's come a long way since the first few times he tried to cook for himself, and his darling wife deserves a special surprise for handling such a jarring transition with magnificent poise.
When he arrives back in their room, he holds a small breakfast platter in his arms, complete with pancakes and eggs. He smiles down at Erina, happy in this quiet moment, and leans down to kiss her softly on her forehead.]
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action; morning of january 7th
Date: 2016-01-07 07:50 am (UTC)Jonathan eases out of their bed earlier than usual and sneaks downstairs, still in his pajamas, bringing the stove to the proper heat as he mixes batter. He's come a long way since the first few times he tried to cook for himself, and his darling wife deserves a special surprise for handling such a jarring transition with magnificent poise.
When he arrives back in their room, he holds a small breakfast platter in his arms, complete with pancakes and eggs. He smiles down at Erina, happy in this quiet moment, and leans down to kiss her softly on her forehead.]
Good morning, Mrs. Joestar.