Everyone gathered to their seats and Thomas gave an internal cheer, giving his parents a friendly poke on the shoulder as they settled to either side of him. “I’ll volunteer to eat Gramp’s portion, this looks amazing,” he joked as he observed their plates (but secretly wasn’t joking, omelettes were the best). Unlike Alistair’s methodical process as he ate breakfast, Thomas had a more instinctive approach as the early hours of the morning livened his wits, coupled by the fact that the family had made him his favourite breakfast food. Taking his piece of omelette and bread, he eagerly shoved the toast to his mouth and chomped as big of a mouthful as a kid could muster. “Mm~” He hummed happily to explain how amazing it tasted, rosy cheeks brightening in appreciation. The taste of creamy fresh eggs and flavourful produce were truly distinct, incomparable; how thankful he was for being brought up in such a lucky household! Sure, he may have had more chores and obligations at home than the average ‘three-quarters-‘till-nine’ year old child attending his school, but from what he had learned being a farmer’s boy, seeds didn’t reap themselves. And besides, it was just too fun to be considered a chore!<br/><br/>Two bites in and already nearly done with his first slice of toast, he took a break to drink some water after realising how fast his keen hunger had made him eat. It was then that he took focus away from his meal and piped up to involve himself in the conversation. “Really? Well, that’s good - I wonder if it’ll be a new brother or sister,” he smiled, nursing his glass side to side in thought as Grandma brought up the topic of Ma being pregnant. Living with an extended family and socialising in large numbers since he was born, Thomas never really understood how some people enjoyed being alone and having only their own private space all the time. The more the merrier to share his eventful days with, he thought - what could be better than good company to share his thoughts with? Whoever the new child would turn out to be, Thomas couldn’t wait to be an older brother as much as his mother loved the idea of raising multiple children. Judging by the personalities of everyone who slept under this same roof, a great attitude pretty much ran in the family genetically anyway. They were quite simply the definition of a perfect family, it seemed.<br/><br/>“So we’re really going on a picnic later? The weather’s looking good for it,” Thomas commented between bites of his breakfast, this time around a little calmer after his appetite had started to settle. The area in which their farm was situated in was a great environment that hosted various picturesque countryside forests and rolling hills of green land. One day, he hoped, he would be skilled enough to travel by horseback along such lush terrain and around the farm, just like his Gran. Well, maybe not<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>great, but he did find the idea of such a fun bond between human and animal companion really interesting. There was just something about the inherent symbiosis and care of the organic world that technology could never compare or simulate. Cars may not poop, but they didn’t nuzzle and sense your feelings like fauna could. With that in mind, he leaned his head against his father’s arm for a moment, bringing his eyes to the kitchen window.