Gibbs took the steps two at a time. He had intended on finishing the boat today. And seeing how far the sail would carry him on the smooth surface of the lake. First stop, though, was to fill the need for coffee. Rounding the banister and into the kitchen, he only paused when he noticed Robin, and his little girl.
The babies coos and other noises never ceased to brig a smile to the old marine's face. "Good morning." He offered, as he dug his mug out of the cupboard. The coffee machine perked it's last drip, almost as if he had timed it that way. Though he had set the maker to brew on it's own before he had retired the night before.