Juls was humming a common festival tune as she shifted sausages around the pan. She was scooping the last of the eggs(scrambled, as that was all she knew how to make) onto a plate when Jacob walked in. 

[color=cyan]“Morning Juls. Did you get enough rest for the feastivities?”[/color]

[color=a187be]"I must have,"[/color] she answered, turning to take the offered cup, [color=a187be]"I slept in pretty late. What are we gonna do?"[/color] She spoke as if their going together was a foregone conclusion. 

Julia scooped up a reasonable share of the eggs and sausage onto a plate for herself, leaving the spatula in the pan for Jacob to help himself as she sat to eat at the table.