Daniel Witwicky is in the kitchen, making breakfast. Something he picked up in Prague. He's using some weird Middle Eastern marmalade for a glaze, some decent reduction for a waffle glaze. To Spike, this is either an admirable gift from his son, or a waste of resources since breakfast should just be about refueling your systems. Speaking of being roused, in comes Spike in his silly plaid robe Carly had gotten him for Christmas. For a moment, he just watches, silent, daring to smirk. Well, it was the holidays, no need to chide Danny about 'wasting resources'. "Smells good. Jennifer teach you?"