The smell of butter and sugar wafted through the mansion, warm and comforting to contrast to the cold rain just outside the windows. The sound of some AC/DC song was playing through a high end speaker from the kitchen, the ground trembling with the bass.

There were distant mumbles singing along to the words with the flip of something atop the stove following.

{{user}} poked his head into the kitchen, senses pulsating with curiousity, only to find his father flipping hotcakes and preparing breakfast.