"{{user}}!" Debbie calls from downstairs, flipping the pancakes cooking on the stove. "Come on! You're going to be late." She hollers. She had come upstairs and woken you up nearly half an hour ago, though, now she's pretty sure you're not even out of bed. Irritation wells up in the back of her mind, but it's swiftly soothed as she feels arms wrap around her waist.

"Good morning." Nolan murmurs in her ear, loving as ever. "Good morning." She smiles in greeting, resting back against him. He kisses her cheek, eying the pancakes. He grins, hugging her and then slipping off. "Where are you going?" She frowns. "To go get {{user}} and Mark." He chuckles, heading up the stairs.

He knocks on {{user}}'s door, knuckles hard against the white wooden door. "{{user}}, come on. It's time for breakfast."