Of course. What kind of boyfriance would he be if he only made breakfast for himself? Hell, may as well make some for everybody while he's at it. Because if he doesn't, who will?
He hums to himself a little as he works on breakfast. As he's mixing the egg and cinnamon together, Casey peeks her head in the kitchen, sniffing the air before scampering over to watch her daddy cook.
"Hehe, and good morning to you too! Where have you been hiding all morning, huh?"
The Lopunny just squeaks a little in response, keeping her eyes on the bread as he soaks it in the mixture.
"Well that didn't answer my question, but of course you can have a piece too." There's a happy chitter as Casey throws her arms around John in a backways hug. French toast, French toast, French toast!!!
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He hums to himself a little as he works on breakfast. As he's mixing the egg and cinnamon together, Casey peeks her head in the kitchen, sniffing the air before scampering over to watch her daddy cook.
"Hehe, and good morning to you too! Where have you been hiding all morning, huh?"
The Lopunny just squeaks a little in response, keeping her eyes on the bread as he soaks it in the mixture.
"Well that didn't answer my question, but of course you can have a piece too." There's a happy chitter as Casey throws her arms around John in a backways hug. French toast, French toast, French toast!!!