"Why are you all staring like that?" Morgan asked, crossly.

"Um, nothing," Cal replied, a slight tremor in his voice.

Morgan rolled her eyes, "It's awful early for everyone to be about like this."

Killan replied, pulling off a smoother tone than Cal, "Bree and Robbie stopped by for breakfast."

"And you?" Morgan queried suspiciously.

Killan just shrugged, "I come and go."

Morgan, accepting his response, went on to the next issue, her rumbling stomach, "What are we doing for breakfast?"

When they all looked at her, she continued, "You said they stopped for breakfast."

"We came over to make it," Robbie said, swiftly thinking.

"Ok," Morgan said, looking at him peculiarly. "So, what are you making?"

"Pancakes," Bree said, quickly.

"We don't have any mix," Morgan replied.

"Eggs?" Bree said hopefully.

"Ran out of those, too," Morgan replied. "No one has really been shopping lately."

"Since you chased off the housekeeper," Cal mumbled.

Morgan glared at him, "She was invading my personal space."

"She was cleaning your room," Cal retorted.

"It wasn't messy," Morgan replied.

"It's called dusting," Cal sighed.

"Hmm, maybe Robbie and I should go to the store then," Bree suggested.

"We might as well get anything else you'll be needing," Robbie shrugged.

"It could be a long list," Cal warned.

"Don't waste the paper," Morgan sneered. "They won't do it right, anyway. Go with them."

Cal looked at her, "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

Morgan nodded, "Besides, Killan will probably stay."

Cal shot him a look, clearly reading, Can you handle her?

Killan vocally responded, "Yeah, I'll stay."