"Good boy," she says, and she goes and raps her cane on her own door.

And out pops Alex. "Morning, lovebirds."

"Morning, Alex. Sleep well?"

"Enh, okay, next door was kind of loud," he aims a thumb at Myeisha's room, "round midnight, but didn't last that long."

"Well, um, I'm glad she didn't keep you up for too long," he says, instinctively averting his eyes as he remembers the noises he... didn't make... last night.

Alex shrugs. "Anyway I'm starving. I want waffles."

"They've usually got waffles."

Alex gets, and obscenely loads up on all the toppings for, a waffle!

Isabella has Sadde get her one too but all she wants on it is chocolate chips in the batter and whipped cream on top.

Sadde gets same for himself 'cause he's not terribly creative when it comes to food.

Mmmmm, waffle.

"As vague as they were yesterday, pet."

"'Course. Well, I have to work after we finish breakfast."

"Then we will entertain ourselves without you and be open to the possibility that this afternoon you will have thought of a fabulous entertainment scheduled down to the five-minute increment."

He giggles. "I probably won't."

Kiss. "Oh well. I'm sure we'll have a lovely afternoon anyway."

Kiss. "Mmhm! I love you."

"My lovely." Kiss.

"Mom will be so mad if I expire of gooeyness and it's your fault."

"Good thing that's not an actual possibility!"

"You don't know me, you don't know my medical history or weird allergies!"

"Guess that's just a risk we'll have to run, then."

"Poor Alex."