<span style="font-style: italic">Myxi looks at her and smile. Interlacing her tiny fingers with Sable's. This was her way of showing her she trusted her. She knew her daddy was the type that was eager to please now. She knew her daddy feared repricussions if he did not try to please. He was afraid to do otherwise. He really didn't remember how to do otherwise. She looks at her. Handing her chocolate syrup to put in the pancakes too. Giggling a bit when it was taken. She watched on her tippy toes as she made the pancakes. "Yummy." She says happily. Having stolen some batter from the bowl when Sable wasn't looking. A tiny bit on the tip of her nose from where it had dripped down from her hand.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka held her other hand. He liked the nice lady. She was safe and kind and gentle. She made them food and made them feel special. He wouldn't tell her that. Not just yet. She still MIGHT go kookoo in the coconut. He had a VERY strong feeling that it wouldn't be the case with Sable. He just couldn't help the fearful feeling though. Even though he knew this lady was safe his birth mommy instilled a deep fear of women into his sister and him. Only there was nothing to fear from Sable so they were opening up to her. He giggles and steals a handful right in front of Sable's face of the mix. "Yummmmmmmm...." he says in delight.</span><br/><br/>Jason slowly started to wake up. Having slept for over an hour. He sits up and looks around. Hoping his babies were okay. He was not yet used to not having them near all the time. It was a hard adjustment. He stands slowly and walks over to the wall. Feeling it for the door. Feeling it closed he felt around for the knob. Not quite up to sensing with his powers just yet. He finds it and turns the door. Opening the door and exits the room. Making his way to the kitchen. "Smells good in here." He says softly. Staying in the doorway. Hugging his babies who run over to him squealing out in pure delight. "Hey my little ones." He says. Kissing the top of their heads. Listening to them run over to return to watching her cook. "Can I have some?" He asks timidly but hopefully.