Al peered into Scor's bowl and scooped up some of the cream with his finger.
"Hm, needs more sugar," he stated his verdict, summoning several sugar cubes one by one and dropping them into Scor's bowl to do with as he pleased.
Al's glasses were fogged up from the steamy cup of hot chocolate under his chin, his upper lip was covered in whipped cream which he hadn't had time to lick off properly, but with all the commotion and the happy scents and smells of the kitchen, Al thought he'd heard something, or someone, just outside. He peered at the dark doorway where he thought he saw a flash of something...