She had yet to see him laugh - really laugh, the belly laughs that make tears well up in your eyes. Laughs that grip your middle so tight you can't help but bend over. Maybe he was too even-keeled for that. She still wanted to see it.

Her eyebrows shot up and she shook her head. He and Storm really had bonded, hadn't they? It had been inevitable, really, but she didn't like not having any control over when and why it happened.

"I will never say no to pancakes. There's a place nearby that delivers?" He had more than made it clear that he was an unmitigated disaster in the kitchen. That was okay. Why not let someone else do the cooking? Besides, her appetite was much bigger than a stack of pancakes. She also wanted eggs. And turkey bacon. And cinnamon toast. She reached for the juice again, hoping it would quiet her grumbly middle.