Preparing breakfast was indeed the thing he was doing. Heating up yesterday's stew, but lacing it with honey, along with warm, toasted bread. He was halfway through putting the bowl of stew and the tray of fried bread on the table as Yuki and Hana walked in. Causing him to smile softly. Something he did way too few the past months. "Good morning Yuki," he stated with the same soft smile, unwavering.