“Yeah they’ve been there a while…” Jack used the last of the batter and set the empty bowl into the sink before returning to the frying pan, dealing with the last pancake. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Just a nick!” she called back before reapparing back into the kitchen and smiling proudly as if she had returned from a great battle and suffered a huge war scar. “I’m fine, except for being hungry..” she groaned, putting a hand to her stomach.
She got out some cups and milk, getting out some sugar and waiting for the pancakes, looking at them hungrily.
“Here we go!"
He set the plates onto a tray, and picked it up. "Now back to bed, w-where we can enjoy these in comfort rather then on cold floors.” he added, looking down at his bare feet and wriggled his blue feet. He began to lead them back to the bedroom, humming softly.
Jack Maple 