I was in the kitchen, the microwave timer said that it was 7:30.
I should let Chris sleep a little longer, I smiled at the thought.
"Are you going to wake Chris?" The icy blue Brit asked the cyan Brit.
"5 more minuets, and then I'll wake him up." The smaller Brit answered the taller Brit.
5 minuets later...
"You should get up, and eat something Chris." I said to the sleeping French.
"Why?" He muttered.
"Because it's 7:35." I smiled as Chris opened his sleepy brownish green eyes.
"All right. What is for breakfast?" He asked.
"Pancakes and eggs." I answered.
"Shit." He muttered softly.