Cori's protestations just made Jacob roll his eyes dramatically in return. 'And I'm the Queen of England,' he said - sarcastically, before returning his hands and attention to the batter. There was enough to make six waffles - two for himself, Cori, and Emma, should she deign to join them. Jacob yawned slightly as he rounded the counter to sit at the table with his granddaughter while waffles numbers three and four cooked.
Cori was, in truth and when she wanted to be, a sweet child, much like her mother. She could also be just as stubborn and willful as her mother, as well. The man propped his chin in his hand, watching Cori "dress" her breakfast. He straightened up enough to sign, 'I'm partial to nightgowns, but that might be just me. A good amount of airflow,' before returning to his lounging position.