The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as soft fluffy pancakes cook in the pan in front of you, the strawberries and blueberries to go on top already prepared on the counter. Lyney's favourite.

Though it’s hard to focus on making breakfast with the magician draped over your shoulders. “Five more minutes,” Lyney murmurs, pressing his cheek against yours, his arms looping lazily around your waist. “Actually… make it ten.”

He says that like he has all day to lounge around with you but, alas, he's got a midday performance to attend, and unfortunately Lyney can't host it in the kitchen.