With a victorious cheer, Noah surged to his feet and flung his arms around Gabriel's neck for a quick hug. "Deal!" he agreed before all but dashing in the direction of his father's bedroom. A few seconds later, however, his head popped back around the door frame.
"Extra syrup and no butter in the holes, okay?" Then with another smile he disappeared around the corner and closed the door behind him, the sounds of his small feet dancing out his version of a 'happy dance' echoing in his wake.