Clark looked up from the eggs he was frying. "Shouldn't Sarea be up now?"

Wally looked at his watch. "It's only 8:00."

"Only? Back on the farm-" Clark started.

Everyone groaned.

"We know, we know!" Wally said.

Clark looked insulted. "What?"

"Never mind," John said.

"She was up ten times last night. I heard her," Shayera said.

"Ten?" Bruce asked, looking up from his paper.

"Yeah. And Wally was up five."

"Not my fault! I got hungry!"

"And Sarea was probably starved," John said.

Wally sighed. "I'll go get her," he said, getting up. He raced down the hallway to the living quarters. Opening the door of the resident teenager, he looked in. The room was pitch dark expect for a soft yellow glow from the bed. Sarea was curled up, hair a mess.

He shook her shoulder. "Light. It's time to get up," he whispered.

A fist hit his arm, shattering the bone. He yelped. "Go away," she muttered.

Wally glared at her, and raced from the room back to the kitchen, clutching his arm. Shayera looked up.

"Is she coming?" she asked.

He shook his head, teeth clenched in pain. "She broke my arm."

Clark x-rayed it. "Shattered. Strong, isn't she?"

"Hadn't noticed," Wally said through gritted teeth.

J'onn stood. "Let's get that looked at," he said, phasing out of the room. Wally raced after him.

Diana and Shayera stood. "We'll get her," Diana said. They disappeared out of the room.

Bruce turned a page in his newspaper. "This is going to be fun." Raising the teen had prepared him for this. However, this was new for the other members.

Clark cringed, and flipped the egg out of the pan and onto the stack waiting on a place. He placed the plate on the table. John reached out for one, but Clark smacked his hand away.

"Wait for the others."

John glared at him, but was interrupted by Diana and Shayera returning.

"She'll be here in a minute," Shayera announced, sitting.

"How-" Clark started.

"Don't ask," Diana said.

True to their word, a sleepy, dead-looking Sarea walked into the room. She slumped in chair, and placed her head in her crossed arms and reached for a plate with one hand. She piled it high with food without looking up.

John cleared his throat. "Morning, Sarea."

She grunted.

"Did you sleep well?" Diana asked.

Another grunt.

Everyone turned to Bruce, who had been through this before. "Teenagers are in capable of speech in the morning," he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

They nodded and turned back to their breakfast. The silence over the table broke when J'onn returned with Wally. Wally's left arm was encased with a cast.

"Good morning, Sarea!" Wally said cheerfully.

"Talk to me, and I'll break your other arm," she said, glaring at him through a bad case of bed head.

He looked startled.

"That is the longest sentence she's said all morning," John said.

"And this will be the shortest one you'll hear: shut up," Sarea said.