<div style="text-align: justify;">Alexia took a deep breath when she reached the kitchen. The scent of the coffee made her eyes widen a little, and the young woman sighed in pleasure. Filling a cup, she added just a little sugar and took a sip. "Thanks, dad", Alexia murmured. She knew mom's and dad's coffee apart, and if she were to be honest, David's coffee was more to her liking - not that she would ever dream of telling mom that. Standing in the kitchen, Alexia could hear the sounds around her. The day was starting, and the farm would soon be running as usual. Life didn't stop on Sundays, after all. Another sip later, and she placed the mug on the sink, starting to move around. Breakfast wouldn't make itself, and people would start swarming to the kitchen soon.<br/><br/>And as she imagined, it didn't take long until Alexia had company, she notice as she turned around for a fork. Alistair looked... well, like he hadn't really woken up yet, but who was she to talk? She was only now getting her wits about her, after some coffee, after all. "Morning, Ali", she greeted, yawning afterwards.<br/><br/>Before Alexia could say anything more, she saw Rose and had to control herself not to groan. Great. She hadn't even had a chance to start breakfast and now mom would probably try to take over. And probably succeed, naturally. It seemed like it was impossible to tell Rose no once she had made up her mind. And Alexia wasn't exactly the most easy-going person alive. It was a powder keg waiting to explode, or at least it was what it felt like for the younger part of the duo.<br/><br/>Luckily for Alexia, her son's presence eased the atmosphere a little. At least for her. Watching as he walked outside with Poppy, the woman smiled and sighed. She was a deeply loving mother, even with all of her flaws, and could never be accused not to love her son. When he came back in, Alexia ruffled his hair as soon as she could reach it. "Morning, love", she replied to his greeting, nodding when he spoke about omelets. "Sounds great". Stopping her preparations for a moment, Alexia walked up until she was behind her son's chair and kissed the top of his head a few times before getting the water running to wash the eggs. Noticing Conor's presence, Alexia shook her head. Breakfast wasn't even ready yet and he was already up and running, as usual. It had always been like this, right? Sighing happily, her mood picking up for no apparently reason, Alexia started cracking eggs into a bowl and turned to Rose. "Would you like to help me, mom?", she asked, peeking at Thomas and completing. "As for you, did you come across grandpa? I'm sure he's already up, somewhere around the house".</div>