"Because bacon and sausage are perfectly happy together. They need no interruptions," Jack said cheerfully. He ran a hand up to ruffle through Andrew's hair before he rolled off the bed.
"I'll be back!" he called, already halfway out of the room. "Don't do anywhere!" He flashed one of his grins over his shoulder and then disappeared back into his own room.
He jotted a quick order and opened the window, whistling for his owl. Attaching the curl of paper, he told the owl where to go and then went to the kitchen to get some juice for them both. With a glass of OJ in each hand, he headed back to Andrew's bedroom. "Your drink, good sir."