From within the house, foot steps came and opened the door. Francis looked very sleepy and his hair was a mess. He had an old shirt that was two sizes too big and pants that were a bit too short. He went to look around the the table to pick out his own breakfast, but kept eyeing the two. Finally, he rose a brow as he woke up enough to take in the scene and smirked slightly.

"Is he yours?" He tilted his head to Father Gabriel as he took a bowl of oatmeal and sat down across from them.