"Maybe we wouldn't have to fight" Abby leaned in and kissed him lightly. "I love you Ryker. No matter how much trouble you get yourself into..." she traced one of the older scars on his chest

Ryker smiled slightly. "I love you too. No matter how crazy you get." He teased lightly, glancing down at his skin. "Well, what do you want for breakfast?:

Abby tried not to laugh. Failed. She burst out laughing because of the attempt to NOT laugh. "I- I- don't-" she could barely breath "know" she laughed out

Ryker grinned at her face. "Sad. I guess I'll have to make a mystery meal then." He joked with a smile before pushing himself up and walking to the kitchen. At this point he wasn't even going to put a shirt on- his wound hurt. He then started cooking up some concoction.

"Now I need to know what you are making me then!" Abby jumped up and walked up behind him, standing on her tippy toes to see over his shoulder. She put her hands on his shoulders but she didn't put any pressure on him

Ryker chuckled a little, stirring up something. "You'll never guess." He answered with a wicked smile, grabbing some ingredients and measuring them in. "Okay, nevermind you probably will." He poured a LOT of flour in before beating it. (Cough- stirring it....)

"I am NOT a cook so I don't know any recipes " she groaned before stepping away.

Ryker laughed a little. "It's not a special recipe. Pancakes, Abby, pancakes!" He joked with a grin, letting something sit before starting up a pan to heat.

Abby jumped. "PANCAKES!!!" She squealed "I LOVE PANCAKES!!" She jumped around with a few too many giggles. "AHH"

Ryker lifted his eyebrows slowly. "Sheesh, calm down. My brain will explode." He jokingly waved a hand in front of his face. "For one, they're just pancakes, for two, this is NOT happening every time you *don't know* what you want to eat." He stated, pouring some batter on.