Dylan gave a tired smile at that response, stifling a yawn as he watched coffee pour into a mug. He bent down to give her an affectionate scratch between the ears as she made her way to eat, and he turned to sit at the table. He had to duck from a light in the ceiling to avoid hitting his head - Dylan learned quick he was pretty tall for this house, usually having to avoid doorframes and a showerhead with a careful bend of the knees. "Yeah, I guess, but this could last awhile," he said. "You guys don't have to keep putting out for me or anything. And if she asks, I like cinnamon." Dylan looked over the table, at the place settings and fixing laid out for him. It felt like a buffet or something. "Oh, uh, three I guess?" Meanwhile, his regular black coffee was enough for him, which he carefully sipped. The heat didn't really bother him - not that it ever did - and he picked up a slice of bacon, thoughtfully chewing. "You know, if you guys need anything done around the house, anything fixed, I can help?" He hated feeling like he was useless, and even if the school assigned him somewhere else, he'd still want to help - the fact that these two were going out of their way to make him feel at home was even nicer.
"I'll keep that in mind. All of it. And Daisy will say the same thing, but you don't owe us anything." Dhani said, though he doubted it would make much difference. He hated being useless, too. But Daisy with her magic there wasn't a lot that needed practical doing. Maybe Dhani could figure out some projects to help Dylan feel like he wasn't free loading.
Dhani served up Dylan's pancakes and poured his own batter before giving Dylan the plate. He went back to the stove, plucking several blueberries from a bowl and dropping them on to the batter, then a few into his mouth.
"Where are you from? Your accent sounds... Mid Westerny?"
