There are plenty more little compromises like that one. But message received, loud and clear. She chuckles and can tell when she shouldn't spoil him anymore today. "Just eat, honey. You need your energy." If he does, he will see her mom skills haven't dulled. A quick kiss to it would make everything better. (She can handle a little burned bacon though. Her favorite kind is extra crispy.)

And she could sit there all day if he kept it coming (his laugh). Of course the food could too. One way or the other, his eye on her makes her melt like the butter on the pancakes. She'll wait for him to clear everything up, take the same chance to watch him while she waits. She could say the same about his swim trunks. They're not exactly boring given that she can see some leg. She leans into him and reaches around his neck, putting a quick kiss to his lips. "You don't look half bad yourself."

Similarly, her eyes work their way up to his. "What would you do if I didn't?" she asks affectionately in a voice as low as his rumble.