Daniel emerges from his quarters in a white, button-up shirt, black slacks, and loafers, "Good morning, Noe." Sitting up, Noe's fluffy blanket slides off of his shoulders. He assesses Daniel's dress in a stunned stupor. As Daniel walks, the curved corner of his unbuttoned collar caresses his neck. Noe discernibly breathes in and swallows thickly.
"Are you a dog? Why are you panting like that?" Rosalind comes out of the closest guest room and stomps into the kitchen, preparing herself a bowl of cereal.
Doing the same, Daniel prepares three more bowls.
"I vivn't vow vou dwesh sho nishely for a shkewpid wally," chunks of green and yellow flakes fly out Rosalind's mouth, escaping in a joyous wave of freedom at last. Milk stains her Ephrene gown before vanishes.
"Good morning, Feng Mian," Daniel greets Feng Mian with a squint-eyed, close-mouthed smile.
