She looked up at him before shifting and perching on top of him, settling on his hips as she looked down at him thoughtfully. “Yes. We do.”
He sighed, his brows furrowed. "I don't really want to be wearing your dada clothes when I do," he said slowly.
She laughed a little before nodding. “Yeah. What about Finneas’ clothing? Or...” She considered him for a moment. “Do you still have the clothes you were imprisoned in? We could wash those.”
She was stretched out on the bed and she nodded slightly, sitting up. “Sure. I’ll go creep into the barn and get more cream and we can make pancakes or something.”
She tilted her head. "My family eats breakfast at ten, generally," she mused. "That's in a couple hours. We could eat with them if we wanted to wait."