When he got the message, Simon just woke up. He had to work that evening, but a free morning was pure gold. He was still lying in bed, reading a Lansdale novel and trying to decide if he wanted to have breakfast at home or at the cafe. He felt lazy, and Hap and Leonard were getting in some crazy trouble again, so he planned to stay just like that for another while. Then his phone buzzed. Phill. Noon. Can do that. Be it breakfast at home.<br/><br/>He forced himself to clean his flat, taking his time. He didn't feel very sure about what to do for Phill and Kate. Bondage for beginners? Take them to a swingers club? He shook his head, feeling pretty sure he was going to walk on a very thin thread. He needed to go with his mind free of any prejudice and expectation. He needed to listen. After house chores, he practiced with drums. Something that had the power of cleaning his brain. Eleven o'clock. Time to get moving.<br/><br/>He wore black jeans, a black hoodie and sneakers, tied his hair in a comfortable ponytail and took a deep breath, looking at his face in the mirror. "You know it's going to be awkward and that you're going to burden yourself with a heavy responsibility. - he explained to the mirror, in his best fatherly tone - But Phill never ever let you down. And now he needs you help. So, go and help him and Kate the best you can." While driving to the Whitmores', he stopped to buy some organic vanilla cookies, vaguely remembering that Kate was fond of vanilla. Or was it something from Lansdale's novel? He rang the doorbell, clutching the brown paper bag. What if she opens the door in some classy lingerie and asks me to join her and Phill in bed? It would be so awesome...