"Pancakes and scrambled eggs. And I make a mean grilled cheese," Jango said with a grin as she came into the kitchen/dining room/living room in one of his shirts. He'd made a stack of thin cakes on a plate and brought them over to the little dinner table. It was a bit cramped but he didn't mind, leaning in for a kiss, his hand moving up her thigh, squeezing affectionately before drawing back. He'd laid out napkins and plates and forks and orange juice.<br/><br/>Jango's sweet tooth was evident in the amount of syrup he put on the cakes, practically turning his plate into a soup. "Mom never made me pancakes. Frankie would make them for me when she babysat. I got kind of addicted." He finished one of the cakes and took a sip of orange juice.<br/><br/>He looked pensive for a moment, as if debating whether to ask something. Finally he seemed to come to a decision. "Hey, you came here on vacation with your friends right? I bet they're wondering where you got off to... I would love to meet them..." Maybe it was a bit soon. Their relationship was young. But he still didn't know what she planned to do at the end of the summer and he was too afraid to ask. They only had so much time and he wanted to get to know her more. Seeing her with her friends could only further that goal.