(Robert's Room)<br/><br/>Finishing his morning routine, Robert dried off and grabbed a pair of shorts off the rack in the closet. They were a little tight, but certainly he wasn't going to complain, given everything that the family had done to help him out after the dorm burned down, if the spare clothes didn't quite fit until he could get some new clothes of his own, well, that was just a minor inconvience...<br/><br/>Slipping on a, by contrast, loose-fitting T-shirt, he hears his cellphone beeping, telling him there's a new message. Scooping it up, he pushes the button to read it...<br/><br/>< Robert ...I got apple banana pancakes all cooked up and ready to eat with Bacon ...me anddevlin cooked breakfast ...get out of bed ..sleepy head . Bring David with you ...Steph ><br/><br/>Chuckling, he punches a few buttons to clear the memory on the phone, then steps out of the room, the thought of apple banana pancakes making his hungry stomach rumble as he walks across to David's room and raps firmly on the door. "Hey, Davey," he shouts, remembering the old nickname for his cousin that he knows is hated, then and now, but he gets a kick out of using anyway. "Pancakes in the kitchen - if there's any left by the time you get there!"<br/><br/>Grinning, he goes to slip out of the guest house, and head to the 'Big House', as he calls it in his mind.