Charles' POV

I woke up the next morning and stretched my body. What happened last night flashed my mind and I sighed. I must have gotten Helena upset by yelling at her. I guess she has left. I was really famished and I went downstairs. I went to the dining room and stared wide-eyed at the different types of dishes on the table. What's going on now?

"Tada!" Helena shouted behind me and I turned around and glanced at the jug of milk in her hand.

"Good morning sleeping head," she teased as she dropped the jug on the table.

"This...?"

"I had it all prepared for you..."

"Huh.."

"I...