Blissfully unaware of what was happening in the bedroom, Luke made his way to the kitchen and found himself confronted by a small fluff of black fur, screaming indignantly at the offensive sight of her empty food dish.  The boy cooed at the cat, trying to calm her as he set about finding her food-- he'd make breakfast for everyone.<br/><br/>"Hush hush hush," he soothed, rummaging in the cabinets until he found the container, careful not to be tripped by Your Majesty as she rubbed and cried against his legs.  "Just a moment!"  Luke poured the food into the bowl, then gave the cat some soft ear rubs and gentle scratches between the shoulders as she dove into her meal.  Your Majesty expected her breakfast at a certain time, and took it extremely personal whenever her food was late...  Luke had pretty much learned that from the beginning.<br/><br/>"No need to fuss anymore, ok?  Ok."  He put the food away and skirted around the cat, giving her room to eat, before rinsing his hands and starting on breakfast for the rest-- a real breakfast, something warm and filling and oh so tasty.  Luke hummed some mindless half-tune under his breath, barely remembered and the notes a bit wavering, and began to gather ingredients: eggs, bacon, bread, some butter.  Simple to make, an excellent end result.<br/><br/>Luke was not a cook by any means, but he could do this, and when Eddy arrived, the man would find him at the stove already starting up some thick slabs of bacon and some perfectly yolky eggs in a large pan.  "Come on over and watch the pan for a second while I start the toast, please..."  Luke's politeness was constant; he always said 'please' and 'thank you', even in bed.  Especially then.