The next morning, Alvin slept until around nine before waking up...
After being reunited for so long, couples tended to get a little carried away. Mr. Druid had gotten a bit too carried away...
When he opened his eyes, Alvin saw Little Ginny leaning over the side of the bed, chin resting in her hands as she gazed at him expectantly.
Having slept for less than three hours, Alvin helplessly pulled the covers over his head and pretended he was still asleep.
Little Ginny giggled as she tugged the covers away, leaned in, and kissed her dad on the cheek. Then she pinched Alvin's nose and cried impatiently, "Dad, get up...
We want to go to the Stark Estate. I haven't seen Little Morgan in days..."
Alvin irritably scooped Little Ginny onto the bed and insisted that she stay and sleep with her dad a little longer...
Those darn kids could never get up when it was time for school, but as soon as vacation started, they were full of energy. How did that even work?
Alvin's forceful insistence lasted all of half a minute before the energetic Little Ginny completely chased away his sleepiness.
"Fine, fine..."
Alvin helplessly sat up, rubbed his still-blurry eyes, then ruffled Little Ginny's hair and said, "Dad'll get up right away. We'll have some breakfast, then head out.
Go find my fishing rod. We'll go fishing by the sea at the Stark Estate."
Little Ginny happily ran off and loudly announced Alvin's plan...
Watching Little Ginny's lively retreat, Alvin blinked in a daze, pulled the covers over himself, and flopped back onto the bed, selectively forgetting that there wasn't a fishing rod anywhere in his house...
Five minutes later, he heard hurried footsteps thumping outside. Alvin sprang up and rushed into the bathroom...
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