Elder McKinley sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly tapping his foot which, in turn, shook the table, and the plain white mug filled with coffee bounced rhythmically with it. Elder McKinley didn't even like coffee- the take was bitter, the texture was syrupy and it was always either too hot or too cold to drink. But since he was no longer Mormon, he supposed it was time to break at least one rule, even it it wasn't the one he preferred. But that could wait for another time.

He snapped his head up when he heard someone coming down the stairs. It was Elder Cunningham. Elder McKinley smiled. Not twelve hours ago, Elder Cunningham had created a whole new religion that was already in practice. With followers. McKinley should have felt jealous, but instead he felt proud.

"Hello, Elder." He beamed, "What are you doing up so late- er, early?"

"I couldn't sleep," Elder Cunningham chuckled, grabbing a cling-wrapped muffin from the counter, "I'm so excited."

"And with good reason," Elder McKinley leaned over the table to awkwardly pat Cunningham on the back, "You've done something incredible."

"If Elder Price were here, he'd be green with envy." Elder Cunningham smiled. "I think he got a rude awakening today, but I think it was good for him."

"Or a Spring Awakening," McKinley sighed to himself, giggling at his joke.

"A what?" Cunningham asked, "What's a Spring Awakening?"

"Oh, it's just a Broadway thing. You probably don't want to hear abo-"

"Stop!" Elder Cunningham exclaimed, standing suddenly, "Stop right there. I probably do want to hear about it. You can't just assume that people don't care, Elder. People do care, they really, really care. Especially about you. I've noticed that you don't talk, you just listen. I've seen that since I got here, and now that I have some pull I officially demand that you start living your life for you. Okay? No more of this 'you probably don't care' bullpoop. People really care. You are awesome." He sat down with a huff. Elder McKinley stared, wide-eyed at Elder Cunningham. He'd never seen him that- well, passionate.

"O-okay," He managed. There was silence.

"Are you going to tell me about that Spring thingy?" Cunningham asked after the silence had run it's course.

Elder Mckinley smirked, pushing his coffee aside. "Okay, well there are these kids..."