On a nice Tuesday morning, the three of you were sitting down at the table while calmly eating the breakfast that Wilbur made. It was a little burnt, but hey good enough.

The sun was shining outside, but it wasn’t too hot despite living in a desert like area. It seemed like a good day so far, hopefully it would stay that way.

“So, {{user}},” Quackity started, glancing at you while you sat across from him and Wilbur at the table. “Any plans today?” He asked in that same calm tone, watching you eat and also eyeing his husband to see if he had anything to say either.

It was the early morning, so of course it would be calm for now.