cornerofmadness

I wrote a little something for spikesgirl58's 6 word challenge. Just think of it as a missing scene of talking heads in my monster hunters in the 1980s because well it is. I don't know why Javier (their mentor/researcher) is cooking the team breakfast. He just is. Maybe it was a long night
The six words Nut, Toast, Hunter, Academy, Behave Definite

“Teach us some Welsh,” Grace demanded tapping on the breakfast table they all sat around.

Howell paused, his toast halfway to his mouth. He beetled his brow. “Now?”

“Sure.” Grace gestured to his toast. “What’s toast for example?”

“Tost.”

Grace wrinkled her nose as Dan chuckled under his breath and tried to snitch a strip of Al’s bacon. She nearly speared his hand with her fork without looking. “You’re kidding.”

Howell flashed his supernova bright smile. “Not even. Okay how about I’m eating breakfast? Dw i’n bwyta brecwast.”

Dan held up the broken piece of bacon he managed to steal.

“Bacwn.”

Al pointed into her coffee cup.

“Coffi. Dwi hoffi coffi. ”

“You like coffee?” Al guessed.

He nodded. “Ydw. ”

“There are a lot more similarity in words than I expected but I guess English is a mishmash of so many other languages.” Grace shrugged.

“Where is this enthusiasm when I want you to do some of the Academy learning and you four scatter to the winds the moment I pull out the monster tomes?” Javier asked, setting some pancakes with pecan nuts in front of Grace.

“I’m a hunter of monsters so you’d think I’d want to learn everything I can about them,” Dan said. “And yet the reality isn’t that.”

“Definitely not,” Al agreed. “Maybe if the tomes weren’t so thick or at least not so gnarly.”

“They’re not gnarly,” Javier argued.

“You have some bound in monster skin. It’s heinous.” Grace shuddered.

“We had a few bound in human skin back home,” Howell offered.

Grace made a face pushing her pancakes to the center of the table. “Thanks for nothing, Howell.”

“Do I want to know why those exist?” Dan asked.

“I’m going with because they can,” Howell replied.

“Not really the kind of leather I’d be hoping for.” Al poked her egg yolk with the corner of her toast.

“Do tell.” Howell waggled his eyebrows.

“Behave,” Javier warned.

“Like there’s a chance?” Grace shot him a look.

“At least give me time to get my breakfast and retreat to a safe distance,” Javier said.

“That we can do.”