"Morning, Rai."
"...egh."
Not at all perturbed by Raimundo's not-so-surprisingly tired morning mood, Kimiko bounces around the kitchen, that morning being her turn to prep breakfast. Balancing nine eggs in one hand and a plate stacked high with pancakes in the other, she makes a beeline to the table.
"Do you know when Omi and Clay will be- OH MY GOSH!" The entire spread flies out of her hands, splattering on the ground. Looking panicked, she covers her mouth with her clasped hands and just stares at him.
Sighing, Raimundo gives her a quizzical look. He gets up and steps around her, crouching down to pick up the pieces of the broken plate. "Kim, you okay?"
She turns around and points at his face, more particularly, his lip. "Cold sore..."
Raimundo snorts, taking the shards of the porcelain plate to the garbage can. "So what? Have you looked in a mirror this morning?"
"WHAT!" Hands fly to her pockets to pull out the emergency compact. "No!"
"Relax," He walks up to her and wraps an arm around her shoulder. "Now we've got matching accessories for those his and hers sweaters."
"Rai!" She smacked his shoulder. "Seriously, what are people going to think when they see us?"
He hung his head, clearly exasperated with his girlfriend. "They're going to think I got to make out with a super hot girl. Which I did, so I'm not seeing a problem."
She pushes his arm away, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, what are we supposed to say...?"
Just as she spoke, Clay walks into the kitchen, whistling as he went. Seeing Raimundo and Kimiko, his face instantly spreads into a grin. "You guys sure took long enough to figure things out."