The next morning

The sound and smell of bacon being fried wakes me up the next morning, so I walk out to the kitchen, and find Millie in there making breakfast. She's sadly dressed in some fairly unexciting sweatpants and a sweatshirt, but still she looks hot.

She hears me come in, gives me a smile, then says that breakfast is almost ready, and for me to pour myself some coffee and take a seat at the table and relax.

About a minute later she arrives with two plates of eggs, bacon, and potatoes, and we sit down and eat. Millie fills up my coffee cup, then asks:

"So, what's the plan for today?"