The next morning Salvador woke up nice and early. He scratched in places that shall not be spoken of before heading to his bathroom to clean up. Afterwards he went into the kitchen to prepare his usual pre-hunt breakfast. It consisted of a typical American/Texan breakfast of sausage, bacon, ham, eggs (scrambled were his favorite), toast, pancakes, French Toast, oatmeal, strawberries, bananas, half of a grape fruit and of course a bowl of his favorite cereal Frosted Mini Wheats.<br/><br/>Salvador also prepared his beloved partner's breakfast of two small pancakes, two strips of bacon and a small cup of blueberries. He assumed they were her favorite fruit, but Salvador can be a bit forgetful at times. After his cooking tornado he sat at the table and took a deep breath, putting his hands together to pray for a bit before picking up his fork and knife. He stared at his cornucopia and then across the table where Victora sat before sighing heavily. He placed his utensils back down and stood, ringing the rather loud bell he had installed to alert his partner of meals. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">Coooooome n' get iiiiiit!</span>"<br/><br/>It just didn't feel right to start eating and not have her with him. At least not to Salvador. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">Like Granny said, a meal eaten by yourself ain't a meal enjoyed... unless you have kids.</span>" He spoke to himself and smirked as he waited for his partner to arrive. Grandma Jamestown was quite a hunter in her day. She had spoken to Victora before and told her that 'she was trusting [Victoria] with her most tresured thing in the world' and that 'If anything happened to her sweet little Salvador that she would personally put Victora in the grave personally'. She seemed like a woman who meant business, even at her ripening age. She also informed Victora that the ravenous consumption ran in the family. Not only were they naturally big eaters, but their hunt power had a side effect of burning through their consumed food like mad. Sort of like the Flash.