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Don gets out a big container of cheese followed by a bell pepper, onions, chives and the milk. Throwing in the peppers and onions first he gets those cooked up, then breaks the eggs over them and mixes in some milk. He stirs it around a bit in the pan so that the eggs don't burn and stick to the pan.

"We make it ourselves, much like the treats we give them. And they don't like them too hard, we don't like crunchy bacon."

"Crunchy bacon is the best bacon." Vincent has to say. "Not burnt bacon, crunchy. There is a difference...I'm one of those people, if it's too chewy...." He then makes a disgusting face and noise as he starts cooking the bacon, turning the pieces often. It might take them longer to cook that way, but they're less likely to burn. "But there are also many levels of cruncy, like poke it and it falls apart...and just barely above nasty chewy bacon crunchy." He's not a normal person in the morning.

"I think just above the 'nasty chewy bacon crunchy' as you called it is what we probably like. It's the 'poke it and falls apart' kind we don't like. Unless we want to make bacon bits of course." He chuckles as he finishes up the eggs, sprinkling shredded cheese on top of the whole thing. Letting it cool for a bit he then takes the spatula and divides the eggs four ways. Pulling plates out of the cabinet he gets one for each of them and an extra one for the bacon that he puts a few sheets of paper towels on to soak the grease. At this point they can hear movement from upstairs.

"Seems like they're up now and will probably be done soon, bacon almost done?"

Vincent laughs a bit. "Hey, I'm one of those people, long as it isn't nasty chewy, I'll eat it...but usually I'll have it with bread." He's weird like that. As the pieces of bacon get done, he places them on the paper towel plate. "Yeah, almost done." He says as he moves the bacon over as it gets cooked enough for everyone. "I love the smell of bacon."

Don sets the plates on the table just as his parents are coming down the stairs, saying good morning to the two of them.

"Mhmmm! That smells really good! You both cook really well it seems." His mom sits down at the table, grabbing a few pieces of bacon and placing them on top of her eggs. Don's father snags a couple pieces and eats them as he takes his sit.

"Yeah, Vincent seems to be a good cook, but he's probably never made anything fancy. Not that I have either, but better than some single guys." They begin eating, his mom drinking water while him and his dad drink some juice.

"Oh! Don, me and you're father are going to a dinner party tonight, its for a fund raising charity to get scholarship money for students. And as the dean I have to go, as much as I'd rather not. So we won't be back until really late."

Vincent just stretches a bit, popping some joints before sitting down with Don and everything. "No point in fancy when it's just you." He says, shrugging a bit. "The fanciest things I made where in class in high school." He did take home ec. He doesn't mind cooking, he likes it minus cleaning the dishes later. "I know some people who live off of ramen." Which he has too, but that's due to funds, not lack of cooking skills.

He just looks over at Don at his mother's words, thinking that last night might just repeat itself a bit.

"Well, I hope you two have fun then, its not often you two get to go somewhere together." Don's father nods in agreement while eating his breakfast.

"It's been several months really, what with how busy me and your mom get. You don't have any classes today Don, but you work at the tool shop today, right?"

"Yeah, I'm only working a four hour shift though so I'll have time to study. Vincent, do you have work today? I can take you to work early if need be."

Vincent is just sitting there, not even sure if he should even try to join the conversation. He doesn't want to be that annoying person just butting into the conversation and all so he just listens instead.

He nods a bit. "Yeah, I'm one of the few that they actually give full shifts too." He works in fast food. It kind of sucks, but there's a free meal if he works long enough for the day.

"Alright, when do you go in? I don't go in until ten myself." Finishing up his parents put their dishes in the sink to be washed, saying their good buys as they go out the kitchen. His mother goes to her car to leave for work while his dad goes upstairs to grab his instrument before heading out to meet up with his group. Taking his plate to the sink as well Don begins washing the dishes.

"I have to be there at 9 today." Vincent says, frowning a bit. He dislikes being part of the breakfast rush, even if it's calmed down by that time. "Bye." He says softly when Don's parents get up to leave. He just finishes his food before getting up to help Don with the dishes.

"Cool, I have to be in at ten so I can drop you off and head over to my job, so I'll be done by two. I can pack use both something to eat if you want, I usually take a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but if you want something else I can do that too." After cleaning off the dishes he sets them on the rack to dry, stretching a bit as he heads back upstairs.

"Just going to do a quick jog with the girls, ant to come?"

Vincent nods a bit. "Ah, well, they do this thing where I can get some food for free at lunch." Usually just a meal, but sometimes, they'll let him just get a lot of fries and a drink. "So I'll be fine." And if he doesn't work long enough for that, he waits until he gets home or something. "Ah sure, why not?" He says, padding after Don. He probably stays inside too much anyway.

Don quickly changes into his jogging clothes, which is not normally warm enough to wear during the fall going into winter, but with all the activity of jogging it helps to keep him cool. "If you need anything just grab it from my closet. I might have some clothes from when I was younger that would fit you." Once they are ready he leads them back downstairs and grabs a water bottle with water in it from the fridge, handing one to Vincent, "You might need that."

"Ah...thank you." Vincent says. Most of his clothes are kind of old, and blue jeans which aren't too productive for jogging. He grabs some sweat pants and all, changing into them and tightening the string a lot. He just follows after Don. "How long do you jog with them?" He asks, making the conversation. "Thank you." He says, smiling a bit.

Don can't help but giggle when he sees Vincent come out with his sweats on, being way too big on Vincent.

"Sorry, I think we're going to have to get you some clothes for jogging when you get done work. And I usually jog for at least an hour. And you're welcome" He heads outside, the two girls running up to him with their tails wagging. "You girls ready? We're going to go slower than normal just to make sure we don't kill Vincent with our normal pace."

Vincent kind of pouts at him. "It isn't funny!" It isn't his fault that Don is gigantic compared to him or anything. He just shakes his head, following after Don. "These are fine." They're comfortable at least, so he has no real complaints. He chuckles a bit at how happy the wolves are. "I won't die. I'll stop. There's a difference." If he feels like he's going to die, he will stop and not die.