Sage woke up from a sound sleep as the smell of cooking food wafted past her nose. Daikon might have taken more after the sharper sensed of his parents, but saiyan senses of smell were no slouches. Especially when one of those smells happened to be meat of any kind. She practically leaped up from her bed, her feet barely touching the ground.<br/><br/>Tarrok came into the kitchen and had to sidestep his runaway daughter. He'd woken up early to get some final measurements done for the expansion of Daikon's new room. They had enough space, and enough working material for the room itself. Needed a bit more wood for the shelves, but that was fine.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Hey, careful where your going now."</span>Tarrok reminded Sage. She apologized quickly and ducked toward the dining room. Though this time, she was more careful about watching where she was going. Wondered, briefly, if he would have been like that if he'd been raised anywhere else.<br/><br/>The saiyan came into the kitchen and quickly stashed the notes in one of the higher cabinets. Right where nobody might just stumble upon them and spoil the surprise. Naturally, he couldn't ignore the smell of a good breakfast at this range. Quietly slipped behind his wife and gave her a soft, non-intrusive squeeze at her hips.