[She doesn’t notice. She’s beating the shit out of these eggs, frankly. The thing with those daily trainings is that whatever’s buzzing around Aubrey’s head gets taken out through the blade, and without that? Kitchen violence.

[There’s not too much mess, although she’s brought over a bit extra, all of which has been dropped in a corner on the side; milk, fruit, vegetables, bread… The lower rungs of the food pyramid would approve. It can’t possibly be just for breakfast.

[Aubrey finishes a plate, turns around, and immediately gets jumpscared.]

Sunny! Uh, hey. [Fumbling, she shoves the plate at him.] You’re up. Here.