Zane's memory flashed back to the dreams he had last night, and he blushed. "Yeah, I slept well, thanks." He sat down at the table and smiled. "Well, as far as breakfast goes, this is just perfect." He sat down, took a piece of sausage, and bit into it. "Truth is, I'm not terribly picky...I do like a lot of pasta though." he said with a smile. "And basically anything with meat." Zane started on his pancakes. "Mmmm... these are good.... How did you get to be such a good cook? I can't imagine you cooked for yourself very often."