Alistair looked at his sister, even though she was technically his cousin, they'd grown up together, so might as well have been siblings. As she greeted him he just sighed and shook his head.<br/>"I wish you wouldn't call me that, I'm not a little kid anymore Alex" He replied a little childishly and stuck his tongue out at her, sometimes acting his age was a little out of his capacity. He knew she'd probably take light of what he was saying as he realized she could have taken it a little like he was having a go at her, but he dismissed the thought as soon as it had arrived. His sleepy brain was too tired to process anything more right now.<br/><br/>Before he said anything more though, Rose had entered the kitchen, and Alistair realized it would probably be a good idea to move out of the doorway before he got in everyone's way. When she confronted him about the coughing fit he'd had when he'd woken up, he hesitated for a moment. Considering telling her what actually happened, but knowing that would send her into a frenzy he decided against it. Even though he disliked deceiving his family, he knew sometimes it just couldn't be helped.<br/>"Yeah, just a dry throat, it's nothing serious, no need to worry about it" He eventually replied, hoping that she wouldn't cotton on to what he was hiding from her, but sometimes needs must.<br/><br/>Alistair wasn't keen on the idea of omelette for breakfast, but he also wasn't rude, so would just eat what was given to him, that was what was expected of him and of course how he was raised. For the most part though, he didn't understand how everyone was this wide awake at such early hours  of the morning. Most weekend mornings he would rarely be out of bed before 10am even though he'd been raised here, it just wasn't in his nature. Sometimes, he felt like he didn't belong. As he watched the family go about their morning, with smiles and such, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness somewhere deep inside. Even though he'd only been really small when his real parents had died, and didn't remember much about them aside from the stories he'd been told, he missed them dearly sometimes and it made him feel a little lost. Trying to shake the feeling away for a little longer, he just lent against the wall and watched the others mill about the kitchen doing their own little things.