Everyone eventually retires to bed. Carlos obediently follows Logan's instructions, spritzing the midnight lavender oil once on his pillow and then on the bed sheets before settling down to sleep. By morning, he is in such a deep slumber that he is drooling and snoring, completely oblivious to James' attempts to rouse him.
"Dude, wake up," James calls out in frustration. Turning to Katie passing by in the hallway, he asks, "Katie, could you please help wake him up?"
"Sure," Katie agrees, entering the room. "Breakfast corndogs!" she exclaims loudly.
In a flash, Carlos sits up and rushes out of the room towards the kitchen, as if propelled by the speed of light. James and Katie share a laugh, high-fiving each other, before hearing Logan's irritated groans from the hallway.
"What's the matter?" James inquires.
"Carlos nearly collided with me. Why was he in such a rush to get to the kitchen?" Logan complains.
"James couldn't wake him up, so I tried saying 'breakfast corndogs,' and that seemed to do the trick," Katie explains with a chuckle. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. He almost ran me over, but I'm okay," Logan reassures them.
"Are there really breakfast corndogs in the fridge?" Camille queries.
"For all our sakes, I hope so," Logan responds.