They all slept in the next morning, even Wren. At about noon everyone was awakened by the smell of french toast, scrambled eggs, and fried sausages.
"It's a little late for breakfast, isn't it?" asked Raven, actually acknowledging Wren's existence in the kitchen. Wren tried hard not to get too excited.
"It's never too late for breakfast! Besides, it's the first meal of the day. Breakfast is always the first meal," she replied, but not as coolly as she meant it to sound.
"What is that delicious smell?" yawned Cyborg. He spotted the food on the stove top. "French Toast! Awesome!"
One by one the others trooped in, all looking exhausted. It looked like nobody had even slept.
"Sheesh! How long did you all stay up after I went to bed?" asked Wren, looking around at the five pale faces.
"We went to bed like ten minutes after you! I swear! It's totally unfair that we all get the same amount of sleep and you get up all early and get to be all chipper! Hey…is that French toast?" said Beast Boy, helping himself to large amounts of french toast and syrup. Wren giggled a little.
"I guess I'm just a morning person," she said quietly, turning back to the stove with a small smile on her mouth. Raven looked at her quizzically, then glanced around at the rest of the Titans stuffing their faces. She shrugged, and dug into her own breakfast.
It was a day of relaxation, just loafing around the Tower and yawning a lot. But all of that ended at about five o'clock that evening, when the alarm went off.
"Trouble!" said Robin, as if nobody else realized what the blaring claxon meant. He and the other Titans rushed towards the garage to load up in Cyborg's sweet ride. Wren hung back a little, unsure of whether she should go with them.
"Wren, are you not coming? We need you!" shouted Starfire. The others looked up at her.
"Coming!" she said, and loaded up with the others in the back of the car.