"Here you go my lovely, delicate flower"
Lione spoke handing over a plate full f crisp, brown bacon, perfectly fried sunny side eggs and golden brown toast dripped with honey. Placing the breakfast plate in front of me at the kitchen island in the most suave way imaginable I rolled my eyes at the boy but thanked him nonetheless.
"Hey, where's my fancy English breakfast plate?"
Kat asked with her hands on her hips and brows furrowed. Not missing a beat her brother turned to her, his once beaming face now as blank as a canvas.
"You have two hands and feet, you can make yourself a simple breakfast"
Did he call this simple? Damn, I wonder what a complex breakfast would be in his book. Offended by her brother Kat gasped at him placing a hurt hand over her chest.
"Wow, you're a real piece of work. How can you just do that to your one and only little sister?"
