[ Jayce peeked up , picking up some of the bacon and flipping it in the pan with a pair of tongs to ensure it doesn't get burned as he shuffled to flip the pancakes and scramble eggs. His hands were busy with breakfast, though the desserts were ready for them to do the bulk of the work together. ]

Not with breakfast. It's all for you. It's a romantic holiday, I heard. And who better to spend one of those with than my future husband.

[ Will he ever get sick of saying it like that? No. ]