Dawn broke, and Syn woke with the sun in her eyes. She tried to get up, forgetting that her linebackers were holding her down. She looked at them, watching as they slept. The peacefulness of sleep took years off both of their faces. Then, golden eyes met hers, followed by bright blue ones.
Zaron spoke first, ::Good dawntine, Pa Chette. You look beautiful with those purple fantasy eyes half open. We should get up. The other Elders will want to see us at nine tines and we should not be late. Bron you lazy laptard, get up so poor Syn can have her coffee. Garlance and Stoker should have it brewed.::
::Uh oh, I hope they didn’t replicate the coffee from the ship,:: Syn said her mouth in a moue of distaste.
::No, we looked in the catalog from a place called Macy’s and found this Keurig coffee
