Smirking Sarah quickly cut up the apple she'd just peeled and put the core aside. She chopped the apple into small slices, and slid it into a small bowl beside another few that were full of onions, peppers, and other such things. She was going to be making each their own breakfast but would have to let them choose what they wanted mixed in with the eggs. She set the knife down, before turning, and grabbing a spatula. She mixed the pancake batter quickly before pouring some into the pan. She smirked, a little bit of flower having billowed up in on her, giving her a soft white appearance. She smiled as she worked. She loved cooking and was especially happy when she got up before her mother. It was almost a rivalry between them to see who cooked what. Then again any night that Sam spent with their parents was a morning she won that fight.<br/><br/>She sang softly as she cooked, smiling as she imagined the tune in her head.<br/><br/>"We can fight our desires, ooh ooh.<br/>But when we start making fires,<br/>We get ever so hot. Ooh ooh.<br/>Whether we like it or not...<br/><br/>"They say we can love who we trust, ooh ooh.<br/>But what is love without lust?<br/>Two hearts with accurate devotions, Ooh ooh.<br/>But what are feelings without emotions?<br/><br/>"I'm goin' in for the kill.<br/>I'm doin' it for a thrill.<br/>Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand.<br/>And not let go of my hand."