As Jac gazed around the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice everyone was mostly dressed for the day. A big contrast to the oversized cat pajamas she still had on. She mentally shrugged. Oh well. She wasn't going anywhere, as far as she knew. And these pants were way too comfy.

Jac's stared at her plate eagerly. Three pancakes with ten strips of bacon, all hot and ready to be eaten. It was a bit much, but the young musician was ready to eat a horse whole. Before she could even touch her plate, a hand reached out and plucked a piece of bacon off her plate. [i]"Thank you love, you didn't have to grab me a piece,"[/i] came Sebastyan's teasing voice. Jac tensed, looking ready to tackle him for that one piece, but a soft peck on the cheek took away all thoughts of regaining the bacon. Her face flushed red and she settled on the counter, one hand on her cheek.