Zaeed hadn’t had this much downtime in months. Between the reaper threat, the collectors, and mercenary business – someone always wanted someone else dead – he had been working his ass off for too damn long.

He had been aching for a break. And now that he had it... he didn’t know what to do with it. Vids were boring and corny, and they weren’t made like they used to be. He’d walked the strip a dozen times, and all he’d succeeded in doing was spending too much goddamn credits on bullshit he didn’t need.

So, he’d decided to take on a new hobby; cooking. Or, sort of cooking. Really, he’d just gotten interested in making pancakes. It was all he could make without utterly ruining, so he made them for every meal. Chocolate, berries, bananas, jam, syrup – whatever sounded good. It was almost calming. Kept his mind occupied. He wasn’t used to using his hands to create.