Hans is an early riser by nature, and the worries weighing on his mind of late have only contributed to that for additional lack of sleep
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Ali was laying in bed when she heard someone approaching the door, wondering if she wanted to get up yet. Part of her knew she should get up, get her day started; she had so much to do. But she was so tired, and wanted to be lazy.
Then the choice was made for her. She sighed, carefully maneuvering out of bed while trying to avoid Sasha and the cats, sliding into her slippers and robe. Then she padded across to the door, opening it with a finger held to her lips to signal Hans should remain quiet until she's out and the door is shut again.
Even when she speaks, it's at a whisper. "Good morning. You're up early."
"Good morning," Hans returns, careful to keep his voice low.
He nods in response to her other statement. "I did not sleep particularly well," he says. "And thought was long as I was up, I should make myself useful."
Ali frowns a bit, just for a moment. Having to deal with a grumpy Hans very first thing in the morning is not her idea of a good time.
"I might get used to your taking care of breakfast, if you're not careful," she teases, still quiet as she heads down the hall. Peeking into Alured's room, she's greeted with a teddy bear to the face. Looks like someone else is up, too. "I hope you made enough for three?"
"I would not mind that," he reflects. "Cooking breakfast is rather relaxing, actually."
He nods again, as he peers into the room. "I believe so. I was not quite certain how much to make, so I perhaps made a bit too much."
He looks over his tray to the young boy though. "Now, now, Alured," he says firmly, but gently, "we must not throw things are your mother. This simply is not to be."
While Ali is getting herself ready, Hans returns his attention to the preparation of further food for the children, so that it will be hot and waiting for them when it is time for them to get up.
The cooking is a nice distraction from the things weighing on his mind, good simple work that allows him to focus and keep himself busy. Who knew ex-fighter pilots made such good breakfast chefs?
By the time the children are in the kitchen, the will find plenty of food waiting for them.
The goslings always appreciate a hot breakfast, so Hans gets a quartet of hugs and thank-yous for his efforts before they sit down and dig in. They eat quietly until Ali comes in: then come the requests for lunches, the last-minute paperwork that needs signing, the pleas she finds a lost sock that simply must be work to make an outfit, the not-so-subtle hintings around for sleepover permission, and all those other things children remember only in the morning.
Ali slides into a seat at the table, taking the paperwork and looking it over before signing anything. The other questions are given various answers (nobody's having a sleepover that night, but she tries to be helpful in other areas). Eventually, she even turns her attention to Hans. Her eyes flick over to him for a minute, carefully avoiding his, and her tone is soft and neutral. "Do we have any grape jelly?"
Hans will always be in awe of Ali's ability to handle the various minor emergencies and bits of chaos that make up family life. He is quickly growing used to it, but he is still in awe sometimes all the same. It is just one more reminder of how much he loves this family and everyone in it.
Hans looks away for moment, but he nods. "I had put it away in the refrigerator when the children were done with it. Let me get it for you."
He rises and returns a moment later with the jelly in question. "Can I get you anything else while I am still up?"
"A cup of tea would be lovely," she murmurs, accepting the jelly so she can have a piece of toast. "Thank you."
She, after all, has not had any breakfast yet! And it's unlikely she will until after the children are gone off for their day of learning and adventure, since there's still so much to do. Even the tea and toast are hard to manage, fit in here and there as she packs up lunches and bags while the children finish their breakfasts and other vital preparations.
Hans is welcome to marvel at the artistry involved in packing bento.
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Then the choice was made for her. She sighed, carefully maneuvering out of bed while trying to avoid Sasha and the cats, sliding into her slippers and robe. Then she padded across to the door, opening it with a finger held to her lips to signal Hans should remain quiet until she's out and the door is shut again.
Even when she speaks, it's at a whisper. "Good morning. You're up early."
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He nods in response to her other statement. "I did not sleep particularly well," he says. "And thought was long as I was up, I should make myself useful."
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"I might get used to your taking care of breakfast, if you're not careful," she teases, still quiet as she heads down the hall. Peeking into Alured's room, she's greeted with a teddy bear to the face. Looks like someone else is up, too. "I hope you made enough for three?"
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He nods again, as he peers into the room. "I believe so. I was not quite certain how much to make, so I perhaps made a bit too much."
He looks over his tray to the young boy though. "Now, now, Alured," he says firmly, but gently, "we must not throw things are your mother. This simply is not to be."
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The cooking is a nice distraction from the things weighing on his mind, good simple work that allows him to focus and keep himself busy. Who knew ex-fighter pilots made such good breakfast chefs?
By the time the children are in the kitchen, the will find plenty of food waiting for them.
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Ali slides into a seat at the table, taking the paperwork and looking it over before signing anything. The other questions are given various answers (nobody's having a sleepover that night, but she tries to be helpful in other areas). Eventually, she even turns her attention to Hans. Her eyes flick over to him for a minute, carefully avoiding his, and her tone is soft and neutral. "Do we have any grape jelly?"
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Hans looks away for moment, but he nods. "I had put it away in the refrigerator when the children were done with it. Let me get it for you."
He rises and returns a moment later with the jelly in question. "Can I get you anything else while I am still up?"
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She, after all, has not had any breakfast yet! And it's unlikely she will until after the children are gone off for their day of learning and adventure, since there's still so much to do. Even the tea and toast are hard to manage, fit in here and there as she packs up lunches and bags while the children finish their breakfasts and other vital preparations.
Hans is welcome to marvel at the artistry involved in packing bento.
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