"Mmm you secretly love the tickles, then," Jack decided as he tucked himself in against him, nuzzling his nose idly against Andrew's hair. He was completely obtuse to the way his friend felt, of course - but then, Jack was also completely oblivious to the way that he felt, so that was no surprise.
"Don't know. Cereal? Toast? Anything more than that's risky," he said with a laugh. "Could burn the kitchen down by accident." He was not a master chef, by any means! He could make sandwiches and things that didn't require a lot of cooking - and could make spaghetti. But that didn't make a very good breakfast.
"We could always get take away from that place down the road. Their pancakes are brilliant." Oooh. He wanted pancakes.