Sylum Snippet: John Henry Patterson

 

Another snippet!  Don’t get to use to this 🙂

Owen walked past the living area, only to stop back up and take a second look.

John was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch.  Next to him was Simba, who was sprawled on the floor acting like a giant kitten, instead of the huge lion he was.   On the coffee table was a lopsided cake, and a pot of coffee.   John had a plate with a piece of the cake in his lap, while Simba kept trying to get in a lick.

What was out of place of the scene was the show on the television. 

“What are you watching?”  Owen demanded, moving into the room intrigued by the chaos.

“The Spring Baking Championship.”  John answered then took a bite of his cake.   “Simba like watching the baking shows, his favorite though is the Great British Bakoff.  We finished that one, so we’re going through these.”  

“You’re watching baking shows for the lion?”  He asked as he climbed over the back of the couch to sit in the corner.  Simba got territorial of his human.

“Yes.”  He glanced over at Owen as if it was perfectly normal.  “I sometimes try to bake some of their challenges.   I’ve gotten pretty good at making Pâte à Choux and pies.   Still can’t seem to get my cakes to be straight.”

“This is a whole new side of you.”  He was trying to figure out how to get a piece of cake.

“I’m an engineer I should be able to make simple things like a cake.  I’m annoyed I can’t get it straight!”  John glared at his leaning cake.  “You want a piece?”

“Hell yeah!”  Owen took the offered plate and moaned when he tasted the delicious vanilla cake with orange swiss meringue buttercream.  “So who is in the lead?”

John caught him up on who was in the top of the competition, and his pick for the winner.  “Simba is actually good at predicting the winner.   It all comes down to your last bake, you can do well through this whole thing and fuck up the last cake.”

Simba grumbled at one of the bakers, and just as John was distracted chomped down on half the cake.   He looked smug as he licked off the buttercream.   John sighed and pulled out a rag and wiped the messy mouth. “This is why I don’t use chocolate!”    The lion was not repentant.  “Next time I’m making gingerbread,  I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

Owen kept quiet as he ate his cake, watching those two was more fun than the show.