~Y/N POV~

This painting looked so, so good and I can't believe Ursula did this herself!

When I saw her come back with the bucket of water, I had to ask.

Y/N: You paint this yourself?

Ursula: Yeah. Like it?

Y/N: Yeah.

Kiki: Yes.

Ursula: I have to say I became inspired after the first time I met Kiki, but I really haven't got the face right. I've been waiting for you to come back so I can try again, Kiki.

Kiki: You mean that's me?

Ursula: Sure is. You'd make my life easier if you'd model for me.

Kiki: But I'm not very beautiful, what do you want me to do that for?

Ursula laughed as I giggled a bit before my former babysitter said...

Ursula: Come on, Kiki. You have got a great face. You're very pretty. Now don't you be nervous, sit down right over here. Y/N, you join me.

Y/N: Absolutely.

As soon as Kiki sat down on a chair and Ursula and I sat down in another place, she started drawing as I looked over at the view of nature.

I really love it here. I wish I could have my own cabin and live off the land, away from society, and being my own person.

For now, I'm just living with my aunt and uncle until I get accepted into college. I am planning on going back to school so I can get my GED, but if I have to take a cut in my pay from the bakery, I'm willing to accept that, I don't mind.

Look, I love working at my aunt and uncle's bakery, but there comes at a point where I can't work there everyday. I'm hoping to have a talk with them when the time is right.

Ursula: Painting and magical powers seem very much the same. Sometimes I'm unable to paint a thing.

Kiki: You mean it? Then what? What happens?

Ursula: Kiki, please, don't move. It's hard to draw a moving target.

Kiki: Sorry. Without even thinking about it, I used to be able to fly. Now I'm trying to look inside myself to find out how I did it, but I just can't figure it out.

Ursula: You know, it could be you're working at it too hard. Maybe you should just take a break.

Y/N: That's what I've been saying.

Kiki: You told her, Y/N?

Y/N: I didn't want you to be upset because I know how hard you took it. I wanted Ursula to be aware about it if you ever brought it up.

Kiki: I appreciate it, Y/N. I really do, but still, if I can't fly...

Ursula: Then stop trying. Take long walks, look at the scenery, doze off at noon. Don't even think about flying. And then, pretty soon, you'll be flying again.

Kiki: You think my problems will...

Ursula: Go away? That's right. It's gonna be fine, I promise.

For the rest of the time being, Ursula drew Kiki's face onto her sketch book as I looked out the window.

Ursula allowed me to go out and walk around, admiring the nature, and I did by looking around until I walked over to the edge where the pond was.

Looking at this seriously got me thinking what I missed out on. Definitely know where I want to live now: off the grid.

To be honest, I never really cared about city life. I just thought I needed to be outdoors and have some time to myself. Often at times, I always ask myself, "Am I just another ordinary person?" because I doubt myself all the time. Am I ever going to be successful without the bakery?

Like I said, I love working there and spending time with my aunt and uncle, but there has to be a time where I can't have the job forever. I do know what I want to do for a living and that's cook.

Yes, cooking, not just like bakery and the desserts, but meat and vegetables.

Before I dropped out of school to work at the bakery full time, I was reading some books on some legendary dishes like the Bourgogne Boeuf, made famous by Julia Child in the 60s and 70s. I even learned how to create some spice blends like the coffee rub I'm gonna use on steak and eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

After a while, Kiki and Ursula came out to enjoy the nature with me as my "sister" showed her everything out here.

When it was time for dinner, we had pancakes, which was no problem for me. While we talked, Ursula managed to flip the pancake onto the pan without the spatula, which was very impressive.

After having the pancakes, we had to get ready for bed, Kiki and I were sitting on the floor while Ursula was laying down as we had hot cocoa.

Ursula: When I was you guys' age, I'd already decided to become an artist. I loved to paint so much. I'd paint all day until I fell asleep right at my easel. And then one day, for some reason, I just couldn't paint anymore. I tried and tried, but nothing I did seemed any good. There were copies of paintings I'd seen somewhere before, and not very good copies, either. I just felt like I'd lost my ability.

Kiki: That sounds like me.

Y/N: Yeah, that's true.

Ursula: It's exactly the same, but then I found the answer. You see, I hadn't figured out what or why I wanted to paint. I had to discover my own style. When you fly, Kiki, you rely on what's inside of you, don't you?

Kiki: Uh-huh. We fly with our spirit.

Ursula: Trusting your spirit. Yes. Yes! That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Y/N: What Ursula's saying is true, it's the same spirit is what makes Ursula paint and makes my family and I bake, but we all need to find our own inspiration, Kiki. Sometimes, it's not that easy.

Kiki: I guess I never gave much thought to why I wanted to do this. I got so caught up in all the training and stuff. Maybe I have to find my own inspiration, but am I ever going to find it and is it worth all the trouble?

Ursula: Well, for example, there were quite a few times when I thought of painting something over that painting.

Referring to the painting we saw when we got here.

Y/N: But it ended up being so great.

Ursula: So I guess it's worth it. Today, when I saw you and Y/N, I thought, "I wanna paint". Kiki, you got such a great face.

Kiki: That's why I came?

Y/N: Uh, Kiki. Phrasing.

We all laughed as Ursula said...

Ursula: Well, it's better than you cleaning my floor again. Let's turn out the lights and go to sleep.

Kiki: Okay.

Y/N: Yeah.

Kiki: Sorry about taking your bed.

Ursula: Ah, no problem.

As Kiki went to sleep, I had to ask.

Y/N: Ursula, you really think Kiki will fly again?

Ursula: Sure. She'll just have to wait for the right inspiration to come along. Anyway, you got the steaks ready?

Y/N: Sure do. Just need to get up early so I can get started.

Ursula: Alright. 'Night, Y/n.

Y/N: 'Night.

I turned over and went to sleep as I looked forward to cooking those steaks and eggs for breakfast.

~Morning~

Very early in the morning, I got up and started on making the rub and taking out the steaks. I know how to start the fire pit that Ursula showed me. I took some of the lighter fluid she had, squirted some on the logs, and lit them.

Next, I went to my workstation and got to work on the steaks. I saw that they were already rendering because of the heat, but that didn't stop me from getting them seasoned.

First, I put the steaks on the cutting board, seasoned both sides with kosher salt and then the rub: chili powder, paprika, smoked paprika, and coffee. In order to make the steaks cook evenly, I flattened them out while seasoning them with the rub, both top and bottom.

The secret of me flattening the ribeyes was to let all that flavor render into the meat and have it cook to a consistency that Kiki, Ursula, and myself would want in a steak breakfast.

Over to the cast iron skillets (Ursula had extra ones that I could use, by the way), I spread some olive oil on the pans, brought the steaks over and put them into the skillets.

Back at the workstation, I took out three onions, and sliced them into long strips and put the strips into the skillets as well as I took out some garlic, smashed the cloves with the knife, took them and threw them into the skillets as well.

Now, with these steaks, I don't want to turn them too early, I have to take my time with them, making sure that they're cooked all the way and to have that crust, which is the best part in a steak.

As I waited, I took out a stick of unsalted butter, cut it into three cubes, and put one cube into each skillet.

Now, this might seem a bit controversial, but the reason I put them in the middle of cooking is because it burns too easily. Also, this should caramelize the onions, garlic, and steak while giving all a very nice flavor.

With another pan, not cast iron, which I heated on the fire pit while the flame was hot, I put some oil into the pan, cracked six eggs, seasoned them with the kosher salt and the rub as I put another small cube of salted butter in the pan.

I took out some green onions and diced them to a good consistency and put the tips on the eggs as I had to flip the steaks. I took my tongs and flipped them to see that they had a crust!

My God, I was getting hungry now!

I went back to the workstation, seasoned the spring onions with kosher salt, a handful of the bottom ends at a time, and put them in the pans with the steaks, onions, garlic, and butter.

I saw that Ursula had some limes and she allowed me to use them the night before, so I cut them into halves, and squirted the lime juice all over the steaks and everything.

Before I could get the eggs onto the fire pit so they could finish cooking, I saw that Kiki and Ursula were up!

Kiki: Morning Y/N!

Ursula: Morning! Ah, that smells delicious!

Y/N: Thanks. You mind grabbing the plates? The steaks and eggs are about done.

Kiki: Sure!

Ursula: Of course!

They got the plates out and put them at the table as I took the pans off the fire pit, one at a time, but with potholders, took the steaks out of the pan, covered with the spring onions, I poured everything off onto a griddle with a pan underneath to catch the drippings.

Y/N: Oh my God. That looks so good!

Ursula: It really does! I have to admit, I thought you wouldn't be able to handle it.

Y/N: Yeah, but thanks to my aunt's guidance when not working the bakery, I know how to cook.

Kiki: That's what you wanna do? I thought you liked working at the bakery.

Y/N: I do, but there's gonna be a time that I can't work there anymore. I'm planning on going back to school.

Ursula: Wait, back to school?

Y/N: I wanna get my GED before college, even though I'm currently a high school freshman.

As we talked, I took the eggs off the pit, and onto the griddle, where I assembled the plating.

What I did was I put the regular and spring onions onto the plate in the middle, I put the ribeyes on the right side of the plate while the eggs go on the left.

Mind you, since the pan I was using for the eggs was a non-stick pan, I had to use a wooden spoon to not scrape it because I know that if I used a metal spoon, it'll scrape and mess up the pan.

I know that using a metal spoon in a non-stick pan is frowned upon in a professional kitchen, but not in home cooking, so it shouldn't be a problem, only if the home cook is careful enough.

Anyway, once I got the plates assembled, I gave one to Kiki, Ursula, and I took mine over as Ursula made us a glass of milk. I passed everyone the silverware as we started cutting into our breakfast. I allowed Ursula and Kiki take a bite first, and they did.

Ursula: Wow! That's a good steak!

Y/N: Aw, come on, wait until you try my aunt's steaks.

Kiki: Ursula's not lying Y/N, this is amazing! What seasoning did you do?

Y/N: Well, it's chili powder, paprika, smoked paprika, and ground coffee.

Ursula: Coffee?!

Y/N: It gives the steak some bitterness while some flavor to the spices. Since it's a breakfast thing, I had to put it in.

Kiki: Makes sense. Very well done, Y/N. I didn't know you could cook.

Y/N: I like to try different things and experiment when I can.

Ursula: I like the idea of using spring onions because that really gives the dish so much flavor and it's really good. Have you ever considered running a restaurant?

Y/N: I never did. I have my Aunt and Uncle and my cousin's going to be born soon, so I don't think running a restaurant is a good idea because I wanna focus on my education before anything else.

Ursula: That's understandable.

Kiki: I respect that.

While we ate our breakfast, it was such a fun time. I mean, spending time with Kiki is one thing, but to spend time with her and my former babysitter is even better.

After breakfast, we cleaned our plates and the skillets and non-stick pan. Cleaning them wasn't a problem because I cleaned many cast iron skillets with my aunt all the time and it was easy to do.

Kiki and I were able to change our clothes and get ready to come back to town, but a phone call is what stopped us from coming back to the bakery.