Duncan awoke to the glorious smell of cooking pancakes, melting butter and maple syrup. He lead there for several minutes enjoying the feeling of having welcome company, but before long the hunger pangs became too strong and he got up in search of food. He had slept in most of his cloths only discharging his lab coat, with he put back on before leavening. Usually he slept in nothing at all, but he told himself that it was best to remain clothed to avoid a scandal. Therefore nothing to do with the fact that the mere thought of being naked and close to Rythian made his stomach flip.
Duncan entered a very different kitchen to the one he had left the night before. Experiment filed one side of the work top, all of them working, some better than before. The central island counter was set out for breakfast. More shocking than the almost grotesquely large pile of maple syrup covered pancakes, was how civilised the table was set out. Two places were set, complete with three se