Dizzy stirred the batter vigorously, her hips swinging in time with her shoulders as she mixed the bowl to give her just a<em>little</em>jiggle as she split her attention between her work and the screen.  She stuck her tongue out at the screen as Caleb Gardner and his big stupid grin as he "seamlessly" transitioned from the death of one of the city's greatest patrons and the disposition of his legacy, into a story about local celbrities in tight pants.  Her mother was going to be<em>livid</em>, she'd been staying up late nights looking for angles to keep Grant Conglomerates from snapping up the capstone of so much of the industry here in Emerald City.  If Jon Grant walked out of those proceedings with Mr. Mars's majority shares, it meant that she'd been somehow outflanked by his legal team.  Dizzy began pouring the first cake from the bowl, glad that she wasn't home to bear witness to all that furious pacing.<br/><br/>Her phone buzzed at the thought, and Dizzy's heart jumped in her chest.  Swallowing, she reached over and slid the phone closer to her, unlocking the screen.  She almost let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was Amy, but then she saw something even more terrifying.  Proof that Caleb Gardner still had a pretty accurate thumb on the pulse of the city.<br/><br/>--<em>Damn girl, when were you closs enough to Rich Royer to snap that!? :O</em>-- she rapidly tapped out with the ingrained muscle memory that could only be possessed by a teenaged girl.  Or, at least, that was the<em>translation</em>of what she typed, in truth, Dizzy's texting habits only<em>barely</em>resembled English.<br/><br/>--<em>It's okay, Marky-mark!  The Dizz knows what you like</em>-- she grinned a bit, pulling up something she'd saved<em>just</em>for a moment like this.  She hit the send button, cackling to herself in the morning light.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Image Attached</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/Ud6VLA7.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>As she settled down a bit, stacking the pancakes high onto a single plate.  She didn't get<em>too</em>ambitious with them today, she didn't know the tastes of her hosts after all and making something they wouldn't enjoy would be worse than making nothing at all.  Still, they were fluffy and large, dominating the plate they were stacked upon, and carefully cooked to that crisp brown that she liked.  She made sure to set out syrup, butter, and a raspberry jam for people to arrange to taste.<br/><br/>The coffee machine was percolating away, maybe halfway through the pot with the sound of bare feet padding against the thick carpetting on the stairs.  Dizzy looked up and smiled a bit, noting the posture, a bit bleary-eyed but leaning forward, lead forward by their nose.  It was an expression she'd seen before, one that told her she'd chosen well.<br/><br/>"That's what they call me." Dizzy confirmed with a bright smile, tilting her head to the side and letting her hair sweep over her shoulder, "You wouldn't<em>believe</em>how often I hear that!  Like, a<em>forth</em>of Americans skip breakfast these days, but we<em>all</em>ate it as kids.  There are all these great foods with nostalgic flavors that we just ... don't eat anymore, 'cause we're too busy rushing around."<br/><br/>"Mmn~!" she leaned back against the woman as she slipped her arms around her.  It felt<em>good</em>to have those arms around her, to feel another's warmth and softness pressed against her.  Nostalgic feelings that had nothing at all to do with pancakes let her heart flutter lightly in her chest, but she laughed as the other woman ruffled her hair.  She peeked out from behind one messy bang, "Naw, there's no place in particular that I've got to be today.  I mean, if you wanted to make a<em>day</em>of things I'd need to make a few phonecalls, but I can make the trek out to the bus stop."<br/><br/>She pulled a seat out at the table, gesturing for the missus to take it as she switched the television over to the telenovela.  Dizzy could follow what was going on in a general sense, mostly by piecing things together from context, but her command of the Spanish language was still comming along.  Instead, she chose to focus on the other woman, her hands settling on her shoulders, squeezing gently, her fingers prodding and moving in slow, firm circles, massaging out the tension that she could find, pampering her just a bit as they waiting for the man of the house to put in an appearance.  It was a little thing, but she thought a little show of subservience would help reassure her that Dizzy had no designs on taking her man ... besides, it was good excuse to touch her in return here in the early morning.<br/><br/>Seeing Harry make his way haltingly down the stairs, Dizzy was glad that she'd put the coffee on.  He seemed like the sort who needed a little push to get started in the morning.  Taking a step back from Alejandra (ha!  Names acquired!), she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, thrusting one hand high into the air before brightly calling out<br/><br/>"Good morning, Master!" her eyes wide and smile beaming, the end of his sleeve flopping along with the motion of her wave as the other end of his shirt slipped from her shoulder to show the rosy pink shape of her nipple as the shirt pulled away from her bare breast.  She overplayed her hand a bit, hoping to get a response out of him while he was still too out of sorts to have his guard up.<br/><br/>"The famous Harper family pancakes, in fact!  Most people can only get their hands on these once a year,<em>but</em>I<em>do</em>try to be a grateful guest." she smiled, practically dancing between the counter and the table, laying out the place settings on the condiments.  She set no one across from the other, her hosts' plates were set up along the same long table edge, letting them sit next to one another.  Dizzy herself sat at the corner next to Harry, since she was 'his little mistress', down at the foot of the table.<br/><br/>"Besides, the missus looks fast with those nice, long legs.  I figured I should slow her down with a full belly before I try to make my escape." she added with an impish smile.