(Sorry guys, been sick lol and working, and taking care of my 9mo who is now also sick because of my sickness. It’s been...hell.)<br/><br/>Before anybody would be able to enter the kitchen, Abia emerged with multiple plates in hand. Her hair seemed a bit mussed and her clothes dirtied from flour, sugar, egg, and other bits of food stuffs as she juggled the four plates in her arms. She placed them down on the bar, each one holding an almost banquet-sized portion, containing eggs, flapjacks, bacon, ham, toast with butter, and a bit of potato. “Sorry for the wait everybody. I guess I got a bit lost in thought in there and went a little overboard on the breakfast. Well, either way, what would you all like to drink?” She smiled, not realizing there had been any worry outside the door before she had walked out to greet them.