Ag Ionnsachadh Gàidhlig (p)

Cypress blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "I dunno." He shrugged his shoulders and looked over at Iain. "I honestly don't know, maybe tonight or tomorrow night?" He offered with a raised eyebrow. "I might be a little sweaty. Sorry, Iain." He chuckled nervously.

Cypress chuckled a bit when the things behind him stopped floating around. That really made him smile. "That's true. Plus, I have some things to do with my cabin with inspection and other things that invoice maintaince of the cabin." Cypress could feel his mind racing with things he needed to do. "Ah, always, that can wait for tomorrow."

The son of Demeter thought for a second. "I was just thinking that maybe we could go do arts and crafts, then maybe spend time in the forest? I honestly don't know." He grinned and looked down at his shoes. "Maybe we can just go see what we can get into, but safely. I don't want anything to happen to you."

The son of Demeter scratched the side of his face. "Hm? Oh, no, no. I'm good, but thank you." Cypress gave him a smile and looked back out the window of the Hecate cabin. He became distracted again by the beautiful grass area that created the cabin courtyard. However, Cypress snapped himself back to Iain. "Huh? Oh, sorry about that. Sometimes I get distracted. Uh, yeah, crafts. I'm no good either, but I want to learn how to make on of those mood jars."

"It's up to you, though, what we do. We have most of the day to hang out together and do...couple things." Cypress grinned a bit. "It all depends on what you want to do because I already have thoughts about what I want us to do including you showing me how to make that mood jar."

The son of Demeter smirked. "It's okay." He pecked his lips and sighed. "I tried to grow coffee beans once. It didn't turn out to well." He chuckled a bit and looked out the window again. "Do you want to get breakfast?"

The son of Demeter smiled at Iain. "That's adorable. I don't think I've ever used my powers in my sleep. Except for that one time I fell asleep outside. The last thing I knew I was surrounded by thick grass." He chuckled a bit and headed for the door. "Breakfast at the mess hall?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "I could go for some southern food right about now."

Cypress winced at the notion of a cup of hot tea being poured on his face. "Ouch, that would suck and not in...the good way." He cleared his throat and looked over his boyfriend. "Oh, okay. A full Scottish breakfast? You're going to have to let me try it." The son of Demeter chuckled. "What does it include?"

Cypress grinned. "That actually sounds pretty good. I'll have to try that one day." He paused. "As for me, I want pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage, uh, cheese grits, buscits....and hashbrowns. I love hashbrowns."

The son of Demeter chuckled. "It's like shuddered potatoes that are fried. It's hard to explain. I'll just have to make it for you sometime." Cypress smiled and looked over at Iain. "What other things do Scottish eat?"

"I've heard of haggis! I wanna try haggis." Cypress smiled widely. "All of those other things I've never heard of." He took Iain's hand and playfully started to swing it between the two of them. "You'll have to introduce me."

"That's fine with me. We'll get to which up our cultural meals up." Cypress smiled as he stepped up into the mess hall. He walked toward the front table and started to pile his plate with southern breakfast food. He grabbed hash browns, cheese grits, sausage, a buttermilk biscuit, and scrambled eggs. "What are you going to get?"

"They are. Do you want to try them?" Cypress asked as he turned and walked to sit at the Demeter bench for them to eat breakfast. Luckily, for them, they didn't have to sit at their assigned dining tables until dinner.