"I haven't et breakfast yet." Harmony said in a glory of bad grammar, reluctantly unclinging to his brother and curling himself up on the space left behind on the couch instead, his head inches away from being in Ji's lap. "I like when you make breakfast, lets have breakfast." he requested sleepily, drawing his knees up a little to his chest and nuzzling at the sofa cushions. "Ji likes breakfast?" he asked.