Disclaimer: The Detective Conan rights do not belong to me. Those rights belong to Gosho Aoyama himself.
Kimiko smiled to herself when she saw breakfast lying in front of her. Her mom had prepared eggs and sausage, something simple and yet quite filling. She grinned a little and then placed a plate at Hattori's seat and hers. She then heaped some servings onto her plate and dug in, only to stop when she noticed Hattori watching her. "What is it Hattori?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at his odd stare.
"Aren't you worried about gaining weight?" Hattori replied, before realizing what he had just said. Immediately Hattori flinched and began to raise his arm in defense, waiting for the slap that was bound to come. Instead, Kimiko just started laughing. Hattori allowed his arm to fall to his side, and then ventured on with, "telling you you're slow in the morning bugs you but being called fat doesn't?"
Kimiko shook her head and replied, "I just came from being Conan, do you know how little Conan's stomach is. I mean, I just grew about three feet; so believe me, I can eat and eat well!" She ended the remark with an exaggerated bite into the toast in front of her, and then sticking her tongue out with a glob of the "ewww" on it.
"That's a mature thing to do, actin yer age I see," Hattori smirked, flicking the last of his egg at Kimiko, "maybe you'll wanna eat this too." The challenge was set though, and soon Hattori found himself dodging flying bits of sausage. "Oi, yer Mom's coming down the hall," he whispered, gathering the tidbits of food into his hand, "don't know about yer Mom, but mine would have a fit."
A snicker escaped Kimiko as she held a chunk of egg in her hand, "just wait for it." When Yukiko entered the kitchen, everything seemed normal. This meant that something had to be wrong, she was right. As soon as she stopped in the middle of the kitchen, a chunk of egg landed in her hair. The response was expected; Kimiko flew out of her chair and fled down the hall with a maniac laughter trailing her. Yukiko was hounding after her, a shriek reaching new decibels uttered along the way.
Yuusaku only rubbed his forehead as he stood unnoticed by anybody in the kitchen, and began to wonder just what he was going to have to put up with.
(Sorry, this chapter came out slow, but it'll be like that while I'm working on school work, and it is taking up a lot of time. Hopefully when college and high school cool down, I'll be back on the road to typing these tidbits out!)