Dusty smiled widely, almost too silly, but he still smiled in Savannah's direction. Jumping off the couch with one swift kick of his legs, the fifteen year old placed an arm around his sister-in-law and gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "We're just joshin' with ya Savs. You know that," he said with a wink.

"Now, time for breakfast. Who wants waffles because I'm making them." It was more of a statement than a question really. What he meant was that he was making waffles and he'd make enough for everyone. Most people didn't know that this young man was quite a gourmet himself. He greatly enjoyed cooking and trying new recipes. He definitely got that trait from his mother.

Briskly walking into the kitchen, he began rummaging through the cabinets and fridge trying to find anything he could to use to make the food, along with strange new creations to try.