Huh? Who's Jonas? Sunburst thought curiously but then shook the thought out of her head and pulled her tennis shoes on, and silently went upstairs to assist Piper with the kitchen. (Ruby/Blood is 22, Piper's 19, Sunburst's around Frost's age and Rose is 15)

Frost finally sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes, but it took her a while to remember where she was. "That's right," she thought out loud.

The smell of pancakes and french toast wafted downstairs arousing Rose. She got up. "Ohhhh. Pancakes. That's new." She turned and saw that Frost was awake. "Oh, Frost come on or you'll miss breakfast!" and with that the orange fox sped up the stairs.

"Coming!" Forst called, pulling on her sneakers (The Mobian equivalent of Converse) and tidying her fur.

Sunburst set the plate of pancakes on the table. Blood was absent as broodingly usual.

"Mornin'," Frost greeted, pulling up a chair. She seemed pretty carefree, ears erect, tail waving like a banner, and a beaming smile on her face.

Piper served the french toast and sat down herself.
Sunburst set down the maple syrup and sat down on her 'special' chair, which was made of metal instead of maple wood.
Rose jabbed a fork into a fluffy pancake an plopped it onto her plate.

"So, how are you guys?" Frost asked as she served herself.

"Great!" Sunburst and Piper both answered excitedly.
"Mhaphjumpahphhhhhhhh." Was Rose's muffled by pancake response.

"Rose, I'm going to assume that means you're good too," Frost laughed.