The clanging of pots and pans filled the early morning air, stirring the birds and pushing them from their branches. Lily tossed dish after dish onto the counter, her blonde hair rippling down her sunburnt back, "Hey Lue...can we put burberries in it?"
"Blueberries?" I replied with a snicker, "of course hun, anything you would like." She paused to take in my reply and then thought better of a rude remark, turning away she buried her head into a cupboard once again. I ran my warm hands under neath the tap and wiped them quickly on a cream colored dish towel. I pulled my too long dark hair into a ponytail and grabbed the flour bin out of the pantry, setting it down heavily on the counter, I dug my hands in.
You should know that making pancakes with Lily is always a messy job, flour seems to find it's way into every crack and cranny. Baking powder in your nose, salt in your eyes...and everything on the floor. Though I can't say I would be one to give it up.
both parts are excellently written as usual :) great work
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