Noah grinned, bouncing a bit as he stood up and stepped back enough to give his father some breathing room. "I didn't play with anything, though," he insisted. "Promise." Plopping down on the cushion beside Gabriel, the little boy bounced a bit before idly swinging his legs back and forth.
"Can I have waffles, dad? I didn't get to finish them... before." For a second, a shadow seemed to cross his features and he frowned, his tiny face scrunching up a bit as his gaze slid to his lap. After a second to compose himself, he amended, "... before I came here, and I really want some. 'Sides, you make the best waffles ever." He turned his head, smiling up at Gabriel once more with a hopeful expression.