Sage scampered right back the other way, a black topped blur from the kitchen. Wound down the hall and back into the bedroom she came. Incidentally, her bed looked like an explosion had happened earlier. Sheets and blanket rippling outward from a central point where she'd leapt out.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Hey Daikon, hey Daikon, its time for breakfast!"</span>Sage practically sang. Gently pawed at her brother neatly folded underneath the blanket. Normally, she might have just hauled him out or something. Yesterday earned him some relative levity, at least for now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"New project should be easy, just need to pick up some good wood. Don't think we want the shelves carved into the rock. Can't move anything around if we got to change the layout if its all fixed."</span>Tarrok said. Just while he was sure the children weren't listening in.<br/><br/>Backed up a little to give Aiko some elbow room, though. She liked giving him an occasional head boop mid task, but she still needed not to trip on him. At this point, returning with a nuzzle of his own was just reflex. Tarrok loved his wife dearly, more than he'd thought himself capable of.