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</div>Name: Irina Caldwell<br/>Location: Kitchen<br/>Approximate Time: 6:48 AM<br/>Wearing: White shirt and navy sweatpants<br/>Tagging/Mentioned: Eric, Olivia, Sam, Baxter<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Bye, Dad! Don't work too hard - it's almost vacation time!"<br/><br/>Well, she's not skipping breakfast - one never knew when you'd need a burst of energy to get through some intractable problem. And now she has a nice toasty bagel which she can munch while waiting for bacon and eggs. Giving an impish little grin, she taunts, "C'mon on, Mom! How's she going to get likes from all the creepy stalker pedo guys?"<br/><br/>Once food is served, she scarfs it down quickly and enthusiastically. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best. Oh, when are we leaving tomorrow? I'm trying to update my sched for this evening." Not that she'd figured out whether to arrange time with Darren or not, but if she has to get up early, that'd be a good excuse to stall a meeting until after they're back from vacation. Once food is finished, she starts to head upstairs to see if the shower is free. Which, of course, it must be because Baxter is flounced on the living room couch as she reaches the base of the stairwell.<br/><br/>"Morning, Bax! What's got you all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?" Not that Irina thought her brother looked especially vigorous this morning, but it was one of those white lies that would let him feel better about himself. And support was exactly what her brother needed to keep his life on track.