As they gather down at the kitchen to start breakfast. I tell them we are having breakfast at my house.
“Ok, but don’t you think we should start moving in some of your things there first before we decide to start eating there anyway.” Ian says.
“Actually I’m done moving in. I have already even prepared the breakfast for you. It’s good to go, lets head on out.”
The guys are kind of pissed at me.
As we reach my new home, Jenna gasps, she says the house is stunning and she is so proud of me. The guys give me a thorough scolding of why didn’t I wait for them, and that they are men, it’s their jobs apparently to carry heavy stuff for me, take care of me. Why am I emasculating them. They were supposed to sort out reconnecting my fancy chandeliers and etc etc.. blah blah blah… why would I ask them to do for me what I can actually do for myself, they have done more than enough for me already.
My white huge dining room table has the utensils already set in place to accommodate my guests for the morning, a full buffet is laid consisting of every breakfast item they may want to have, fresh orange juice has been placed on the table, as stem is frozen in mid air, and I unfreeze the time around the food. I had it frozen so that they may retain their freshness and heat.