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[color=4364D1][h3]Katie Haynes[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]: Faraday Heights 27B[/i] 
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Andy [@dusk], Claire [@shagranoz][/i][/center]

Katie groaned and rolled over to look at her alarm clock when Andy knocked on the door. She still had ten minutes before her alarm would go off, so she rolled over to get a few more minutes of sleep. It felt like she had barely closed her eyes when the alarm went off, the annoying tone never failed to wake her up. She groaned again as she turned off the alarm and then rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a soft thud before rolling over to her dresser to pick out her clothes for the day. Once she reached it, she was forced to stand up to reach the higher drawers, so she did so sluggishly. She was definitely not a morning person.

She managed to find a decent outfit in a reasonable amount of time, and after she got dressed, she headed out into the kitchen. [color=4364D1]"Good Morning!"[/color] She mumbled cheerfully to her flatmates as she passed them. The warm smell of coffee beckoned to her, so she didn't stop to see what was on the news. She filled up two-thirds of the cup with coffee before pouring in quite a bit of sugar and milk. She was convinced that the best way to drink coffee was with as little actual coffee as she could get away with, but she needed the caffeine.

It seemed that Claire was making eggs, and Katie could only assume that Andy had made the coffee. Realizing that she was the only one who wasn't helping the others get ready, she resolved to get up earlier. [color=4364D1]"Who wants toast?"[/color] She asked, hoping to be able to make up for being the last one up. It wasn't much, but at least it was something she could do. She reminded herself that she also needed to learn to cook. She could whip up a mean cup of coffee, but ask her to fry some bacon or flip a pancake and you'd likely be dealing with a stove fire. At least she knew how to use the toaster and the microwave, and occasionally even the oven.

She grabbed some jam out of the fridge and set it on the counter, then turned to one of the cupboards and pulled out butter and honey. She set them all neatly in the corner of the counter by the toaster before grabbing the bread. Now at least she'd be contributing to breakfast, a little at least.