I chuckle to myself as we dance about the breakfast cart.  I stepping back to allow Kozzy to serve herself first, her stepping back in her role as being of service to me.  Finally, I step in and load my plate with a variety of the fresh fruit slices on offer.<br/><br/>Setting my plate down, I quaff my glass of juice, and stepping in behind Kozzy as she busies herself with her own plate, lifting her hair to nibble her neck.<br/><br/>“Champagne my dear?”<br/>