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[One week later at Ed and Lorraine's aparment. Ed walks into the master bedroom holding a tray of food.]
(Ed quietly into his and Lorraine's room, carrying a tray of food for him, Lorraine and Paris. The two girls, still asleep and cuddled together. Ed smiles at the site in front of him and places the tray on one of the near-by nightstands.)
Ed: Lorraine, Paris.
(Lorraine holds onto Paris tighter and Paris tries to dig her head deeping into Lorraine's chest.)
Ed: Girls...
(Ed sits on the empty spot on the bed, next to Paris' right side, and starts to rub circles on Paris' left arm.)
Paris: Five more minutes.
(Ed laughs at Paris' sleepy behavior. Lorraine opens her eyes and starts to rub Paris' back.)
Lorraine: Butterfly if you don't get up, we won't be able to have breakfast together.
(Paris huffs and sighs.)
Paris: Okay, okay. Okay. I'm up.
***
[Manor. Kitchen. Piper's there cooking some food. She gets a tray of hor's d'oeuvres out of the oven. Prue walks in. The phone rings and Piper answers it.]
Piper: Hello? (listens) Okay, thanks. Bye.
(She hangs up.)
Prue: The four of us definitely need to figure out some kind of a morning schedule.
Piper: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Prue: In the upstairs or downstairs bathroom?
Piper: Maybe Phoebe can help me and Paris cater the Elliot Spencer wedding tomorrow.
Prue: Speaking of Paris, where is she?
Piper: She spent the night at Ed and Lorraine's.
Prue: Right. Shouldn't you check with the chef who hired you first?
Prue: That would be Chef Moore.
Prue: Ah.
Piper: Who is on his way to France and since technically the contract is with Quake, he is off hook and I'm on the line. Now I have to tell one of the most richest families in the city that the chef they hired can't do their wedding. They're stuck with me and I hope they go for it.
