Hermitcraft oneshots

Breakfast (Gen)

Grumbo as requested by thedouge

Could be considered fluffy? I guess?

Warnings
-Smoke (Inexplicit)

Lemme know if I missed something I'll add it

Wordcount- 745 words

~3rd POV~

The sound of a loud, blaring alarm was never pleasant to wake up to. Grian was tempted to ignore it, almost just pretended he didn't hear it at all and simply rolled back over and slam his pillow over his head before he woke up entirely.

Then a girlish scream joined the mix.

That one couldn't be ignored. Grian jolted up, feet barely hitting the floor before his face. He rushed, panic setting in as the smell of smoke finally registered.

"What happened?!" The blonde screeched before he even got into the kitchen. In hind-sight he probably scared the man standing by the open oven more than the loud alarm screeching overhead. Mumbo fumbled with dials, oven mitts making it tricky. He pulled a piece out of the smoking heat and threw it into the sink in clear blind panic.

"Everything is fine!" The redstoner screamed back.

"Why are the alarms going off?! What did you do?!"

Mumbo took a deep breath, quickly turning on some cold water to wash over whatever he had put in the sink. Steam clouds washed over the walls in thick waves. "I...wanted to make you breakfast," He admitted, rather bashfully. "But it started smoking as soon as I put it in the oven. I think the tray I used wasn't heat-safe…"

Grian couldn't help but smile. He was even willing to let this one slide. "What try did you try to use?" He asked, peering over the ledge and into the sink, which had now cleared up. The builder was met with silence as Mumbo avoided his ever watchful gaze. "...Mumbo?"

"I'll go open some windows!" The redstoner tried to deflect, but Grian grabbed his wrist before he could slip away. The man laughed nervously. "Yes?"

"You tried to bake something on the cooling rack." It wasn't a question. The metal cooling rack rested in the sink, mostly melted and barely recognizable. What looked to be a charred pastry crumbled next to it, now soaked but still black. Grian couldn't lie, he wasn't even mad, just amazed.

Mumbo panicked, instinctive tears brimming at the edges of his eyes but not falling. He hadn't even spoken again but he could already tell his calm manner had already kicked back up about eight octaves too high. "Look, I read online-"

"You put the COOLING rack in the OVEN." Grian repeated. "Why did you think that was a good idea?" Mumbo had appeared to have the confidence of the last kid picked for dodgeball, so Grian lightened his tone a bit. He pulled the man in for a hug, curling his fingers into his hair to get him to calm down. "Hey-I'm not mad. It's okay. That was just a really spoon move for-" He glanced at the clock. "-Not even half past nine."

"I'm sorry," The apology was frantic, with a wheezing laugh that was laced in despite the clear panic. The taller hugged back, his brain doing mental gymnastics for a moment. "I put the cooling rack in the oven." He repeated. Mumbo backed away, reaching out towards the sink to shut the water off. He pulled out the burnt nearly past recognition pastry. "...Want some breakfast?"

Rolling his eyes, Grian shoved past Mumbo in a playful fashion. "I think I'll help you make it."

That was easier said than done. The pair clashed on what to make; Grian wanting waffles and Mumbo wanting pancakes. They bumped into each other getting pans and stumbled, dropping milk and eggs all over the floor. Mumbo slipped and panicked, grabbing Grian by the hand trying to stay standing but only taking the dirty blonde down with him. They spilled flour, which flew through the air and dusted both of them white in their pajamas. At one point the top to the blender was forgotten and their unmixed smoothie was sprayed all through the kitchen and all over the walls. It was absolute calamity, but the two couldn't be happier.

In the end, the idea of making breakfast was abandoned and cleaned up in a feverish fashion. They giggled and continued to horse around. Eventually, instead of something to be made, they settled simply on cereal for breakfast. Mumbo barely managed to pour the sugary bits into the bowl without making another mess. The accident from earlier was forgotten, shadowed over by smaller ones as they talked and ate their cereal. It really turned out to be a perfect morning.

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