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“No! Uh, nah,” she flashed a disingenuous and sarcastic grin, “he just wanted to reflect on it for a little bit.” Grace touched Joe on the arm as he sat beside her. “Wow, are you planning something, Dad? And, where's the big guy?” Joe finished dressing and entered the kitchen shortly after Grace returned and took her seat. Grace floated back to the kitchen with a hand to her mouth, ignoring the sound of Burner's shameful caw fading behind her. She hovered with flushed gills for a moment, monitoring Burner's mind has he suddenly snapped to awareness, realized what had happened to awaken him, and then, what had just happened. “Burner, you need to get up for breakf-” Her eyes grew wide at what she saw and she immediately drifted backwards, pulling the door shut before her. She gently turned his door's knob and leaned through its widening opening. It would probably be a shame to spoil it, but it would too be a shame to spoil James' breakfast by letting it turn cold in his absence. She could even hear his faint, throaty mumbles usually that meant his dream saw him engaged in physical combat with a powerful foe. They were coming to him frequently these days, Grace noted as she approached his door, but this one felt different than his usual fare. The gardevoir easily sensed that he was experiencing an intense dream. James noticed that Burner was sleeping in again, and instructed Grace to drag him away from his futon once she finished setting their places. They simply had nothing to communicate other than the specifics of their culinary objective. They typically exchanged no words when they prepared a breakfast together, but it was not an uncomfortable silence. Holidays extended this weekend into a half-week, and he wanted it to start off memorably. In the kitchen, James cooked up a hearty breakfast.

“I didn't think so.” Marianne returned to the window after watching Grace leave-still wearing her scowl-and gazed across the backyard. Grace's lack of a response was reply enough.

Could you stay out of his head any longer?” “You took a bite out of him last night, didn't you?” Grace stretched with faint groans as Joe turned off his alarm and stumbled toward the bath. Grace stirred beside him, and gave him a gentle kiss as they rose. Most of the vernal equinox sunlight filtered through Marianne as she occluded much of his east-facing window.