02-05-2018, 04:38 PM
Upon having taken them home to the Fortress they called him, Fort Zimmer-Rothchild, Warren Zimmer had not slept a wink. To be exact he had not had any shuteye or rest as some might call it, at all the previous night. Of course with all the projects he had to do in order to make sure he was ready for what the future might hold, that was to be expected. Most of the night had been spent practicing with a new weapon he had developed because he knew he needed greater firepower. The item in question was an explosive of a sort, that appeared to be like a football and was one of Warren's more formidable weapons, in his opinion anyway At about 7 AM, Warren was up and in the kitchen. The night before after he had finished the Foot Bomb which was a powerful explosive he had created to add more to his arsenal, Warren had cleaned the entire kitchen from top to bottom. As she was staying with him for an indeterminate amount of time, the least he could do was cook her a breakfast she would enjoy and one that he'd personally enjoy as well anyway. What breakfast would be the ideal one to prepare though? There were many dishes, and he didn't know which ones she'd honestly like the best. A decision was at last made by him.
A Chicken Karage, and Rice with transforming seasoning had been prepared by him. While it was a dish from another country, both dishes could be enjoyable, and might be a change from whatever food she had enjoyed in the past. At least, if she didn't eat it, his stomach would allow him most certainly to devour it, because he hadn't eaten in days. His bruises from the beating given to him by the Storm Troopers were fading, and probably would be healed soon. At some point they were going to need to upgrade the base they called home. A Garrison of Guards might be useful or several garrisons of guards, perhaps. Some traps outside might be useful as well.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Warren.
A Chicken Karage, and Rice with transforming seasoning had been prepared by him. While it was a dish from another country, both dishes could be enjoyable, and might be a change from whatever food she had enjoyed in the past. At least, if she didn't eat it, his stomach would allow him most certainly to devour it, because he hadn't eaten in days. His bruises from the beating given to him by the Storm Troopers were fading, and probably would be healed soon. At some point they were going to need to upgrade the base they called home. A Garrison of Guards might be useful or several garrisons of guards, perhaps. Some traps outside might be useful as well.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Warren.