Mortimer in the meantime would forage the food out of sink since the omlette was still good and besides it would be cruel to waste it since the littletit Josie had worked so very hard on it. That much was certain. The sink was dry and at least clean so he would put it back on the dish and began to eat quietly after recovering the orange juice and finally having a seat upon the bed. He could hear the cooing and kissing and moaning from both ends of their suite knowing well that each were going through some taming with one another and it was good that they all were willing to behave and get along so well. They were his family and he would not have it any other way.