"Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty."
April glanced up from her half-eaten bowl of cereal, tired eyes straining to focus on the mutant turtle before her. He smirked, arms crossed as he took in her wild bed-head, the smeared mascara that she'd forgotten to take off, and her rumpled pajama top that was decorated with tiny lambs.
"Wrong time of the day to be smart-aleck," the girl shoveled another bite of Frosted Flakes into her mouth. "I'm not a morning person."
The turtle laughed, turning to walk towards the fridge. "Whatever do you mean? I was going to say that you looked better than normal!"
A few seconds later, Raph was pegged with a flying boot to the back of his head.