Gabriel hadn't seen any signs of Noah poking at him for breakfast or telling him that it was time to get up, so when he had finally made his way out of his room, he'd assumed that his son was still fast asleep. Even if it was unusual for him to sleep through the dawn, it was a bit of a relief to be able to start on breakfast without having him under foot. That was, until he passed Noah's door and caught a glimpse of his son, wide awake, with the robot from the model kit sitting in his lap. Gabriel blinked, once, twice, in sheer confusion at the picture. Model kits came in pieces, right? Sheets where you had to punch out the pieces and put them together. He was pretty sure that that hadn't changed since he was a kid.
"Been busy?" Gabriel asked, his tone neutral and curious more than anything else as he stepped over to the door, leaning against the frame and looking over the scene again. Noah had really put that together on his own when the recommendation was for supervision for someone up to 10?