Lyra came back out and smiled at him. "I really like this," she said quietly, looking down at the dress again. "And..." She spun a small circle. "It does that perfectly."

Nickoladze laughed a little and moved to her lifting her up a little. "I'm very glad. I didn't design it though."

Lyra smiled. "Still," she said quietly. "If you had made it wrong it wouldn't do it." She slipped her arms around his neck. "I love it."

Nickoladze grinned and inflated his chest, proud of himself. "You have no idea how much it excites me to hear that everytime you say that." He breathed softly.

Lyra smiled and hugged him. "We should find some breakfast," she said quietly.

"I'm sure its down in the kitchen?" Nickoladze said softly. He heard Antony's cheerful voice all ready as they headed down the stairs.

Lyra nodded and walked into the kitchen. Lain eyed them and after a moment, once Nickoladze had moved in and over to his son, she pulled Lyra out of the room.

Nickoladze frowned and picked up Antony and smiled.
"Hrey dad. Good mood?" He asked with a giggle, hugging his father. Nickoladze nodded slowly and placed him down.
"She's wearing your dress!" Antony grinned broadly.

Lyra and Lain walked back into the kitchen several moments later. Lain quickly went about finishing breakfast, then she vanished from the room again.
Lyra was blushing a little, but she helped dish plates up, glancing to Nickoladze with a small smile.

Nickoladze smiled back and moved over to her. "What ahppened?" He asked in a whisper.

Lyra shook her head a bit. "Nothing important really," she said quietly. "She um... does want to talk to you. But I made her promise to make it after breakfast, at least.

Nickoladze nodded slowly and frowned a little. "Then lets not eat. Lain scares me." He teased softly. But he took her hand. "Come Antony."

Lyra shook her head a bit. "I'm hungry," she protested, half joking. "And she'll wait. Besides. This smells too good to leave."

Nickoladze nodded slowly and grinned moving to the table. It looked great, waffles with syrup and strawberries, jam and toast too... Antony squeaked and ran to his chair.

Lyra smiled and sat down in her usual spot. She quickly dished herself up a plate, glancing at Nickoladze every little bit.