“That’d be good. I hope she doesn’t mind me wearing my pj’s.” Thanks to him holding his hand practically under his nose, she made a face and shook her head. “Ew, gross!” She tried to slap his hand away, but he had already jumped down and back away from her. She stuck her tongue out, then shook her head with a laugh. Lifting the waffle iron, she used a spatula to peel off the waffle, then poured in the rest of the batter for the second waffle and closed it again.
Following his gaze towards her mom’s room, she shook her head. “I don’t think so. I hope not, anyway. She sleeps in sometimes; I remember being up for a couple hours before her even when I was little, and talking to Sirius or Eames on the network. I’m pretty sure they did it to keep me distracted until she woke up so I would try running outside or something.” She smiled fondly at the memories. “It’s so weird being here now.”