The Next Morning Kitchen
Kit was standing at the stove making breakfast and Tasha was beside her, mixing fruit into the batter and scrambling eggs. Papi was making coffee and wincing with every clank and bang.
Dylan (trying to fix her hair; it was sticking up at all angles): Morning.

Kit (looking and trying not laugh): Well morning.  

Tasha (shaking her head): Stuck your fingers someplace it didn’t belong…

Dylan (yawning): Don’t I wish. You couldn’t get into a beauty pageant if you tried either Tasha…

Papi (nursing her headache): Shh…

Tasha (laughing; her hair was no better): Can you get me the honey dew out of the fridge? (Looking at Papi) that will teach you…

Dylan (rubbing her face): Yeah…

Papi (sticking her tongue out): Just you wait…
Alice (coming in with Carmen and Shane; they looked like the trio of the walking dead): Morning. Who stuck their finger where?

Shane (giggling): Or didn’t. Dam talk about cock a doodle doo…

Angie (running in): Cock doodle doo…

Shane, Carmen and Alice winced.

Kit (evilly): Do that again Boo…

Angie (laughing): Cock doodle doo…

Shane covered her ears, Carmen picked up the precocious tot Papi begged for mercy and Alice sat down moaning.

Dylan (cutting up the honey dew): Angie would you like to help me?

Kit (knowing what was coming): Dylan…

Dylan (handing Angie a piece of the fruit): Do you? I’ll give you ice cream (knowing that someone would strangle her for offering ice cream for breakfast.)

Angie (excitedly): Yes….

Dylan (wiping her hands): Come with me (reaching her hand out only to be shocked by Angie lifting her arms up.) Okay I’ll carry you…

Kit (proudly): She knows a good person. And Dylan I warned you…

Tasha (putting down the spoon and wiping her hands): This I want to see…

Shane (rubbing Carmen’s back): Let me know how it turns out…

Alice (laughing): No way…

Papi (looking up): I wouldn’t want to be them when Bette and Tina get up…

Dylan, Angie and Tasha made their way upstairs trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

Master Bedroom
Bette lay face down, naked, Tina sprawled across her back; their fingers entwined in sleep.  
Dylan opened the door holding her fingers to her lips. She looked at Bette and Tina wistfully. Hopefully her and Helena could share the same bond as Bette and Tina. She made sure that they were both covered before setting Angie down and stepped back.