six.
Jimmy woke up to the smell of pancakes, and.. was it? syrup? So Jimmy shot out of bed, as best as he could, stumbling over the endless mountain of comfortable sheets and the big red comforter.
After going down the big stairs, he took a left through the dining hall to get to the kitchen.
Dean was cooking, complete with a "kiss the cook" apron and chefs' hat. Jimmy smiled at the irony and went up to him to peck him on the lips. laughing, he said
"You know, you didn't have to do this for me."
"I am here to cater to your needs." Dean replied
"Hm thats odd." Jimmy thought, but sat down at the head of the table anyways, as Dean brought over the plate of breakfast to be placed in front of him, and Dean sat down. Jimmy ate ferverously, enjoying every bite.
For the rest of the day, Jimmy ate almost everything, Dean had cooked up, lunch, dinner, snacks.
At the end of the day, Jimmy felt the strong urge to step on the scale, after eating so much, only to find that nothing had changed.