Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20190209161644/@comment-27624831-20190316000614

After a few minutes, Winter's delicious pancakes were hot and ready, placed onto a two plates that contained six pancakes for each plate, one for Mark and one for Winter. "Want any syrup on your pancakes, hon?", she asked, looking in the fridge for some butter.

Gabe had already left for his training at his MMA place after finishing his breakfast, taking a fresh shower, and packing early for his trip to San Diego. He'd call up the two men who would be reliable during any of these trips, Mark and Peter. Gabe figured that Mark could be his chauffeur to and from the tournament, and Peter could be a 'bodyguard' for the time being. Of course, they'd be paid an appropriate ammount depending on how well they preformed. However, Gabe didn't seem to know about Mark's slight disdain for Peter. Oh well.

After finishing her fruit salad, Adela washed her plate and placed it in the dishwasher, going into the living room to relax for the time being. She laid down in the recliner, watching the Saturday morning cartoons, since nothing good seemed to come on until nighttime. The all-classic, and original *Roseanne* played on the TV, and Adela just watched the reruns they had until she ended up falling asleep on the recliner.