Alver was thinking to himself, trying to clear his mind from his unsettling nightmare, keeping his focus on cooking. Perhaps humming a little tune to settle his nerves. As he a pile of pumpkin pancakes on a plate, something to fit the season, he heard someone come down the stairs and smiled a little as he turned his head to see Luke. The albino chuckled a bit and poured some milk in a glass before walking over and setting the plate and glass on the table in front of Luke.

[color=silver]"Well good morning Luke! Did you sleep well? Ready for some breakfast I hear."[/color] Alver said with amusement at the sound of rumbling tummies. His lavender eyes glanced toward the stairs and gave a soft sigh, taking a seat across from Luke, wearing a white apron.

[color=silver]"Your dad must still be asleep. Glad he's getting some rest."[/color] Alver chuckled a little.