"Please, Dr K?" Ziggy said, although unseen, his pleading voice carried easily.
Flynn eyed the door to the training room for a moment, "What's going on?" He asked Dillon, who was perched on a stool, nose deep in a book with flowers on the cover.
"Ziggy's brother needs a place to stay for a few days," Dillon said, without looking up, "Ziggy wants him to come here."
"What did Dr K say?" Flynn asked, as he pulled out a mixing bowl and measuring cups.
"She hasn't been able to say anything," Dillon replied, flipping a page. "Ziggy's been talking for the past ten minutes."
"RANGER GREEN!"Dr K cried.
Ziggy stopped talking.
"Do you think she'll say yes?" Flynn asked as he pulled out flour and sugar from a different cupboard.
"Yes," Dillon replied. He looked up and gave Flynn an ironic smile. "If only to make Ziggy stop talking."
"How do you feel about it?" Flynn said as he returned the smile.
"I don't have an opinion," Dillon said. He glanced up, "Shower's free, finally." He shut his book and headed for the stairs, "Don't forget, you and Summer have breakfast duty."
"I know," Flynn said as he measured out the flour.
"YES!" Ziggy cried. "Thank you, Dr K!" He appeared in the door to the training room, bowing and thanking Dr K as he back out of the room. The door snapped shut as soon as Ziggy was clear. The curly haired green ranger spun and raced back up the stairs, slamming the door to his room behind him.
Flynn shook his head as Summer came out of her room, "What's going on?" She asked, heading for the stairs.
Flynn watched her for a moment, admitting to himself that Summer was a beautiful woman, and that yellow was totally her color. "Well, apparently, Danny's coming to stay with us until he gets a place of his own," Flynn managed finally.
"I'm happy for him," Summer said. "Where is everybody?"
"Jeez, Dillon, it's called being patient," Scott said as he came out of the bathroom in a towel.
"Dillon is in the shower," Flynn said dryly, over the sound of Scott slamming his door, "Scott and Ziggy are in their rooms. Dr K is in the training room, and God only knows where Gem and Gemma are."
"Oh," Summer said. She opened the fridge and began to take out eggs, butter and milk. "Scott asked me the weirdest question last night."
"Ah, there's that feeling of dread," Flynn said, "I missed it."
"Shut up," Summer said, taking the flour and sugar and putting them up. "He asked me if it happened again, would I want it to."
"He asked me the same thing," Flynn said.
"What did you say?" Summer asked.
"I didn't," Flynn replied, reaching for the eggs.
Summer got out a frying pan and set it on the stove. "I agree with him," she said, "it wouldn't be a bad thing."
Flynn dropped the egg in his hand, it cracked on the counter and fell to the floor, "Damn," he muttered.
"Here," Summer tossed him a paper towel.
"Thanks," Flynn replied. He knelt and began to clean the egg up as Summer took bacon from the fridge. "I'm not against the idea," he said, finally. "I just don't know if we should." He stood and tossed the paper towel in the trash. He turned, "Let's plan a movie night, and see what happens."