Shiro walked into Keith's room, only to find him asleep on a textbook at his desk. "Keith?"

Keith let out a gentle snore. "Keith!" Shiro said, louder this time, and Keith sputtered awake. "W-what?"

His brother laughed. "You remember when Allura took us on that South African safari last year?"

"'Course I do."

The stuffed hippo he'd bought still had a prominent place on his bed. "See? It's right there!" Keith said. "Don't pretend like you didn't name her Gloria after the hippo from the Madagascar movies."

"Shut up!" Keith said, and threw a pillow at Shiro, which he caught. "Did you have breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Come have a bowl of cereal, it's almost noon."

"I'll have a Pop Tart."


Allura clicked down the stairs in her heels. She straightened her charcoal-gray blazer and adjusted the matching pencil skirt. She turned around for Keith and Shiro. "Am I good?" she asked. Shiro walked over and kissed her on the cheek. "You look amazing."

"Yeah," Keith said, and added, "Go kick some lawyer ass!"

"Thanks! Love you guys!" she said and clicked out the doorway. But before she left, she stuck her head back in the house. "Eat some breakfast, Keith!"

Keith rolled his eyes and unwrapped a Pop Tart. It was strawberry. Keith liked strawberry.

"Have some orange juice, will you?" Shiro said to him. "Relax, please."

From upstairs, Keith heard his phone ring. He jumped up, banging his knees beneath the table top. "Dammit!" he said, and ran upstairs to get his phone. It was Lance. "H-hello-hi!" he said, silently cursing himself.

"H-hello-hi to you, Keith."

"Shut up."

"Nah. Good morning, though."

"Good morning, Lance. Any particular reason for the phone call?"

"Can't I just call because?"

"Well sure, I guess."

Shiro yelled up from downstairs. "Keith, who are you talking to?!"

"None of your business! You're not my mom!"

"You good?" Lance asked from the other end of the phone.

"Yup, excellent," Keith told him, closing his bedroom door.


Across town, Lance stood at the stove, making eggs for his family.

"Hold up," Lance said to Keith, and turned to ask for egg orders. "How does everyone want their eggs?" he yelled.

There was a chorus of "scrambled!" and then one "omelet!"

"No omelets!" Lance yelled.

"Scrambled is fine..." came the omelet voice.

"Mmm-hmm," Lance said, turning his attention back to his cell phone.

"Why won't you make an omelet?" Keith asked. "He'll be fine with scrambled. I'd make you an omelet, though." Lance said.

"I've never had an omelet, to be truthful," Keith admitted.

Lance gasped. "That is a tragedy! Keith, I will be making you an omelet!"

"I really don't need an omelet."

"I'm gonna make you an omelet!" Lance said. He was excited now.

Shiro knocked on Keith's bedroom door. "Go away, Shiro!" Keith yelled. "I'm talking to Lance!"

"Tell him I said hello!" Shiro said. "Loser," Keith muttered into the phone.

"Be nice to your brother!"

"You wouldn't make your brother an omelet."

"Well my brother isn't you, now is he?"

"I didn't think so."

Keith flopped down onto his mattress.

"You gonna be at yoga on Thursday?"

"That is five days away, relax."

"It's a yes or no question, Keith."

"Yes, I will be there."

"Hey, where are my eggs, Lance?" someone in the McClain household yelled. "Hey, I'm gonna go," Lance said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Bye."

Keith hung up the phone, and rolled over onto his back, smiling. He had so much to tell Allura.