Midian shuffled his way from the kitchen, where he was making cherry pancakes. That's right, cherry pancakes. Why should blueberries always get all the glory? Anyway, he took the ones that had just finished off the griddle and turned the stove off when he heard the door and wiped his hands on a towel as he shuffled out of the kitchen and to the door. He checked the peephole out of habit and then unlocked and opened the door.
"Hey," He smiled and stepped back to let her in. "Why don't I take that for you?" He arched his eyebrows and held his hands out.