Witch's Worries....(Open)

[Piper Halliwell]

It was still fairly early, but Piper had already been awake for nearly an hour. She'd slipped out of bed, carefully so that she didn't disturb her husband, Leo and came downstairs to start breakfast. She had the coffee maker turned on and already the scent of freshly brewed coffee was filling the air, mingling with the smell of the bacon frying in the skillet. In the pan next to it she was working on making french toast, dipping the bread in raw egg and then laying it gently in the hot fry pan. On the counter by the sink there was a bowl full of cut up cantelope. If she didn't make sure to include fruit and vegetables in her cooking, she highly doubted that her children would eat as heathly as they did, then again, it's not like she had done any better when she was their age.

Turning her attention back to the bacon and frying toast in front of her she frowned. She kept having the strangest feeling since she had woken. She couldn't help feeling like something bad would happen, something bad and she couldn't seem to shake it. Perhaps it was just her worrying over nothing. Things had been calm lately, perhaps a little too calm... Piper attempted to push those thoughts from her mind as she removed the cooked bacon from the skillet and drained the grease, but it wasn't easy to forget such a nagging feeling. It was the reason for the large breakfast this morning. Ever since her potion making days were over, or at least cut back, she'd turned back to cooking as a way of keeping her hands busy when she was worried or just needed to think. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working this morning.

Hearing the floor creak above her she smiled. The rest of her family was waking up, or at least was starting to. Perhaps they were smelling breakfast cooking and would be coming downstairs soon. She hoped so. She would hate to see all of this food go to waste. As she finished the last piece of french toast she looked in the fridge to see what she had that she could toss in some omlettes. She smiled as she grabbed green pepper, onion and cheese from the fridge before setting to work on making omlettes. She began chopping the pepper and onion when someone else appeared before her in the kitchen. She jumped when she saw them, not having heard them approaching. She smiled before speaking with her the dry sarcasm that her family had come to know and love. "Keep that up and you'll give me a heartattack."

[Melinda Prudence Halliwell]

Melinda Halliwell had been awake most of the previous night reading. Between highlighting points in her notes that had been important to the midterms she just took for her college class to thumbing through the book of shadows for any potential danger. That and she had drank too much coffee during the day and couldn't fall asleep. Either way, when the sun rolled into her room in the morning, it was too early. Way too early. However, between the sun shining onto her face and the smell of food from below, her bed just wasn't looking that comfortable.

Stifling a yawn with her arm, Linie padded down the hall. She noticed that the doors to her brothers' and father's room were still close; making her the first one up - after her mother of course. No one is ever up before Piper Halliwell. It meant two things, there was always breakfast ready when the kids rolled out of bed, and that it was really hard to serve her breakfast in bed. As she slowly made her way into the kitchen, she had to stifle another yawn. Linie really was exhausted, but couldn't sleep now. Once she is up, she's up. After walking into the kitchen and seeing all the food her mother was in the process of making. She smiled.

"Keep that up and you'll give me a heart attack." Melinda didn't realize that Piper hadn't heard her entrance, she was usually a heavy walker, dragging her feat as she went. "Sorry Mom, thought you heard me. Can I help?"

[Piper Halliwell]

"You can tell me what you want in your omlette." Piper said with a smile. Normally she did hear her daughter coming, but she had been so focused on her cooking that she hadn't heard anything. She was trying to keep her hands busy and not think about that feeling she had when she woke up, the one that told her something bad was coming. "And here, you can chop some onion if you want to help." She said as she handed her daughter an onion and a knife.

"Just don't chop any fingers off. I don't think either of your brothers would be too happy to be awake this early just to heal you." She teased before moving towards the fridge looking for anything else she could toss into the omlettes. "Did you sleep well?" Piper asked her daughter with her head still tucked into the refrigerator as she moved things around and rumaged behind potion ingredients.

"How do you feel about pancakes?" Piper asked pulling her head out of the fridge for a moment. She closed the door and looked at Linie. She barely waited for an answer before moving to one of the cabinets and pulling out a mixing bowl. "I'll make some pancakes." She said as she began gathering her ingredients. Her behavior this morning was nearly bordering on obsessive compulsive. At the rate she was going she might have to go visit her sisters to drop off breakfast at their houses or they'd have leftovers for the next week.

ooc: hope I'm not doing too awful at playing Piper...lol