Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange.
Summary: Breakfast can sure go from zero to rewind pretty damn fast.
The mornings where the Price family were half-asleep were always the quietest. Chloe was too under to be her usual biting self, David was barely awake to criticize anyone, and Joyce…well, there wasn't much difference, but nonetheless; half-asleep Price family, much happier Max, and a much quieter breakfast.
Chloe was numbly sawing into a stack of pancakes with the wrong end of a butterknife, eyes lidded and listless. Joyce was looking over a Reader's Digest at nothing in particular, and David had been stirring an empty coffee cup for about fifteen minutes.
Max wasn't able to escape the early-morning doldrums, either; the half-asleep miasma seemed to infect her as well. And it was her lack of attention to the rest of the world that led to the following exchange.
"Hey," grumbled Chloe through a mouthful of pancake. "Pass the butter, would you, daddy?"
"Sure." spoke Max and David at the same time, both hands reaching towards the butter dish.
There was roughly a two-second pause where the universe itself hit some sort of cosmic speed bump, and the half-asleep miasma that seemed to infest the Price household dissipated almost immediately.
Chloe dropped her knife in shock, cheeks flaming red and heart pounding like a Metallica drummer. David turned slowly to face Max, a mixture of shock, fury, and confusion plastered on his face. Joyce's eyes were as wide as the plates breakfast was served on, and though her lips were drawn in a tight line, she was on the verge of bursting into laughter.
"What did you just say?" came David's voice in a quavering whisper.
But Max was already concentrating, and the edges of her sight began to ripple…
"Hey, pass the butter, would you, daddy?"
"Sure." spoke David, and this time Max kept her voice and hands to herself. Butter was passed, breakfast continued, and no one called the police. And Max was much more awake.