Tramp stopped his assailing tickling on their son, but kept him over his shoulder just the same. Giving Lady a cheeky grin he responded, "Aw, you mean you wouldn't want pancakes full of oil and wood-chips? Darn. Ok then, here's the hostage." He pulled the boy off his shoulder and placed him in his mother's awaiting arms. "I guess I'll just have to save the special ingredients for another meal, like when I make my 'throw-it-all-in' stew for dinner. But watch out!" he said in playful exclamation with his hands out as if he was stopping people in the halls. "Cuz I can still make a pretty darn good pancake, so you two just sit yourselves down and watch the master at work this morning."
Tramp then rolled up some invisible sleeves, for he was just wearing a white muscle shirt and a pair of black boxers, no actual sleeves to roll up, and he leaned into Lady to give her a more intimate kiss then the one she had given him earlier. After a few moments he ended the kiss and said, "For good luck," before he started getting to work on his family's breakfast. Cooking wasn't that big of a deal for Tramp, after all he had done most of it growing up with his grandma, and Lady did so much now-a-days, he wanted to give her a few days off every now and then.