[We're still alive, aren't we? Trevor grumps, but opts to make himself useful by picking up Sypha and carrying her out of the way of Alucard's kitchen wizardry. It prompts a hint of a squeal out of her, but soon enough Trevor's dropped himself into a chair and dragged Sypha into his lap with him, which means she's back to getting her recommended morning's dose of cuddling while they set up to play audience for the show.]
It still doesn't seem very fair, though, that you have to cook your own surprise breakfast.
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It still doesn't seem very fair, though, that you have to cook your own surprise breakfast.