From across the table Simon was blushing. At the mention of anything French he looked embarrassed. Suddenly he looked in the doorway to see Jeanette walking in. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was wearing a purple skirt with a white and blue top, but she had a tiny purple violet in her hair. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.

“Good morning, Simon,” she said shyly.

“Good morning,” he stuttered just looking at her. He seemed to be in a daze at her presence. When he realized how long she had been standing there he finally choked out, “Jeanette, ah… would you like to sit here?”

“Thank you,” she said as she hopped up on the seat next to him. He casually kept glancing over at her throughout breakfast. He saw that she was having a little trouble. “Can I cut your meat for you?”

“Sure?” she said as she smiled over at him. He took the small knife and cut the sausage into smaller cuts. “That was so thoughtful of you.”

“You’re welcome,” Simon said and turned to eating his breakfast.

The other four chipmunks were just staring at the two. Eleanor let out a sweet sigh as Theodore just smiled at them, thinking it was so romantic. Alvin just chuckled. Was his brother that whipped? Brittany just gave an inquisitive stare. She was the first to speak out.

“What’s going on with you two?” she asked. Jeanette shot back to reality, not knowing that everyone was staring at her and Simon.

“What do you mean?” Jeanette asked as she sipped her orange juice.

“You and Simon, are you like… an item now?” Brittany asked.

“An item? Well, that’s just silly,” Jeanette said. “Simon and I are friends, just like you and Alvin…” She thought about that for a moment. “Well, maybe not just like you and Alvin.”

“We don’t argue like you two,” Simon said as he finished off his French toast. “And I have a theory about that.”

“Oh, stuff it, Si,” Alvin yelled from a across the table. “Why don’t you just tell us what really happened between you and Jeanette on that island?”