"You know the rules little brother." she said, grinning as she brought her knife down on a sausage, cutting it up before mixing it in a pan with other things for Rachel's eggs. She grabbed another pan and began mixing mushrooms and diced green peppers for her mother. "There are pancakes, here, if you grab a plate and help yourself you'll be set on them. If you want anything special tell me now, because when I'm done cooking then I'm done. Nobody eats through me again until lunch."<br/><br/>She was strict that way. If they were going to eat her cooking it was on her schedule. But then again she usually waited until others were hungry to cook anyway. Or she timed it to have it ready when the others would be getting hungry. As she cooked she smiled and began to sing once more.<br/><br/>"Come Little Children, I'll Take Thee Away<br/>Into A Land Of Enchantment<br/>Come Little Children<br/>The Time's Come To Play<br/>Here In My Garden Of Shadows<br/><br/>"Follow Sweet Children, I'll Show Thee The Way<br/>Through All The Pain And The Sorrows<br/>Weep Not Poor Children<br/>For Life Is This Way<br/>Murdering Beauty And Passions<br/><br/>"Hush Now Dear Children, It Must Be This Way<br/>To Weary Of Life And Deceptions<br/>Rest Now My Children<br/>For Soon We'll Away<br/>into The Calm And The Quiet<br/><br/>"Come Little Children I'll Take Thee Away<br/>Into A Land Of Enchantment<br/>Come Little Children<br/>The Time's Come To Play<br/>Here In My Garden Of Shadows"<br/><br/>It was a trick she'd learned in her youth. Timing her cooking to the songs or poems going through her head usually resulted in her cooking being perfect. Taking a plate up she slid her mother's eggs into place followed by Rachel's.<br/><br/>"Bacon and sausage are over there." she said, nodding at a plate that was covered with a paper towel. "Anyway, what are the plans for today?"