Sure enough, Wesley was back in no time. And the first thing he did was praise her. She would have enjoyed it, too, if he hadn't brought up her inability to cook. Nadeline feigned hurt at the prince's comment. Was he insinuating what she thought he was insinuating? "I'm not that useless." She scoffed, crossing her arms. Why was it such a big dea, anyway? She was a princess, everything was served to her on a silver platter. Worst case scenario, she would make sure someone else cooked. Next thing she knew, she was reaching into the fridge for some eggs, a frying pan in her other hand. She laid it down on the stove, eyeing the eggs carefully. This couldn't possibly be that difficult. "I can make eggs, watch." She told him, taking on his challenge.
More yelling. He was not getting out of this one easily, it seemed. Grant let out a groan, poking his head out from underneath the sheets. "I heard you the first time." He grumbled sleepily. "I just refuse to listen." Still, he knew better than to go back to sleep. Keeping his blanket wrapped around him, he sat up. Admist his wrapping, however, he somehow managed to trap himself in his blankets in a sort of makeshift cocoon. He groaned and relied simply on literally crawling out of his bed, letting himself drop to the floor, and snaked his way over to the bathroom. Savayna may have been confident about showing off her underwear, but Grant was not.
At least Jaakuna had agreed with her. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. She prayed that they would not get any more allies--it only provided more opportunities to get interrupted. Jaakuna didn't seem to mind, however, and before she knew it, he was kissing her again. She gladly returned the favor, giggling somewhat in-between their kisses. She didn't know what it was, but she was feeling especially giddy today. She lightly dug her nails into his arms, not hard enough to hurt him or make a mark, but hard enough for him to notice.