"Ooooh bad idea. Never ever let Axel have that much power. Be strict. Trust me, you give that boy an inch and he will run a mile and you'll end up some half shaved punk nightmare in a dress with all kinds of weird bondage stuff going down. He's a good kid but he's got some weird ideas in that head of his." That seemed like the most accurate description he could give for Axel. He slid five pancakes he'd made onto the plate and then cut a strawberry in half, placing them either side to make eyes and then using the chocolate sauce to make a smile.

Happy face pancakes were always the best. He slid the plate over to Hartley and passed him a knife and fork. "I'm really not. I can make simple things and dress them up to look better than they are."