Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
Phoebe's greeting made Emmett look up towards her; as soon as he saw her he smiled, unaware of the complete adoration on his face. "G'mornin'. I was gonna come up to you...y'hair looks nice." He hadn't seen it up before, didn't see it as messy but as a style choice Phoebe must have made, and a good one at that.
"Come sit down. We're gonna have eggs." He looked back to his cooking, took the toast off the rack and began to butter it with fresh butter he'd made a couple of days before. That was the nice part of having the farm. It was hard work, but satisfying to have good food always on hand. "I'll give y'alot. Y'look hungry."
He passed a plate to Phoebe heaped with eggs, then smaller portions to Chris and Milly, taking the rest for himself. They both readily dug in. "Did y'get good sleep?"
