"Ahh.. around 11, she's staying over for breakfast as well." Daniel glanced down again as he stood there before running both hands down his face. He quirked a small wry smile. "Are you saying what I cook won't be good?" He knew he wasn't particularly a wiz in the kitchen but he could still make edible food.
"Yes, I have. I've missed being able to talk to you," Daniel said softly, picking up the empty bottles. "And don't be silly, you're not and you don't have to," he added before moving into the kitchen to get two more beers.