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Deon pressed the button down, making the bread hide inside the toaster.  He turned around and picked the pan up from the stove, scrambling the eggs one last time before he put them in the plate. The bacon was still letting some steam out, filling the boy’s mouth with saliva from the delicious smell. He threw the empty pan in the sink once he was done, sucking on his thumb where a little piece of eggs was left. He filled the glasses with the fresh made coffee and added two more, filled with juice. The toast jumped up and Deon turned around, picking it up, throwing the bread in a plate. He added some fruits on the big tray, barely managing to find place for it. “Okay, maybe I overdid it a little bit,” he said to himself and popped a grape in his mouth.

Deon pulled the tray with both hands and was surprised once he felt how heavy it was. “Damn,” he cursed, but didn’t remove anything. After all him and his Master were big men and food could never be enough. He walked up the room very slowly, careful not to drop or spill something on the way. He felt a bit silly preparing a cheesy breakfast for his master, but couldn’t help himself. Once he woke up and was finished with his morning gazing over Garrett, Deon felt like doing something out of the ordinary. It was Christmas after all.  And before he knew it he was down in the kitchens making breakfast for champions for his man. When he finally made it to the room, he thanked God he had left the door slightly open so he didn’t have to deal with the doorknob right now.