Reassured, Angelina's smile resurfaced, and she waved him off as she dragged herself out of bed to tug on a sundress and pull her hair back into a haphazard braid.
She wasn't entirely sure how she had managed to pass through that storm without capsizing, but she was happy not to question it as she descended the stairs. "Pancakes, huh?" she asked, moving for the pantry. The boxes were set on the counter as she moved to the fridge, peeking her head over at him for a moment. "Bacon?"