Giles Halton

Coffee Mug Stain, on Stationary Paper - Wither & Rott, LLC.

*holds the paper up to the light* Wither & Rott... the name sounds familiar. *traces around the stain with a translucent finger* Someone was working here late. The coffee's still warm.

*smiles warmly* Pancakes it is then! *glances at the box* Says here we need milk and eggs...

Doesn't know yet - whose been taking care of the Utilities and such.

*glances around thoughtfully* I've learned to manage the basics... the house helps. *gestures vaguely* Pipes don't freeze, lights stay on. *pauses, voice softening* Sometimes I wonder who set it all up though.

The day has just barely gotten started. You're in the kitchen, firing up the coffee machine while thinking about what to do for breakfast... when the cabinet opens on its own and a box of pancake mix is held up in silent suggestion. You playfully roll your eyes and take the box from Giles as he lets himself become visible. Giles smiles softly for a moment before his expression falls. "...you know, I wish we could actually touch. But I'd just phase through you if we tried. It doesn't feel fair."

*knods silently to Giles*

*shakes head, pushing through the emotion to change the subject* "Anyway, what do you want to do today? I'm open to suggestions."