"James Allan, why are you packing now?" Hannah asked, arms folded as she stood in his doorway. She was still in pyjamas while her youngest son was fully dressed and running frantically around his room, throwing clothes into a duffel bag and his gadgets into his backpack. "I asked you to do it [I]last night.[/I] Like the rest of us did, so that you could join us for breakfast while we waited for Sasha to get here - we're not waiting for you before we start breakfast and we're leaving right after, so you'd better get a move on," She scolded in frustration.

James barely heard her, but acknowledged her speech with unintelligible mumbles as he stuffed his handheld devices and games into his bag and then a portable blu-ray player with a couple of his favorite movies before he zipped it shut and set it aside. As Hannah sat down at the table and yawned, she shook her head, "I swear, that boy thinks that just because he packs faster than us, he ca-"

"Done, when's breakf- hey, aren't you guys going to go get ready? Aren't we leaving soon?" James asked, walking into the kitchen.

All three heads at the breakfast tabled turned their heads up at him - bedhead ran rampant among the Delacourt family this morning as they all just... stared at him, like he was some kind of alien. "How did you pack so fast?" Matt was the first one to ask. "You have more crap than any of us!"

James shrugged and opened the refrigerator, "It's not crap. But I'm good at waking up... sometimes. I pack lighter than you think. It just looks like I have a lot of stuff 'cause i don't organize my packs - they'll get all screwed up anyway. You guys all fold up your clothes and stack them inside your bag and neatly cram whatever you can into your backpack... I just throw it in there and worry about it when we where we're going. Ugh, what's for breakfast?"

"You can make some eggs if you want, I'm going to take a shower," Peter spoke for the first time that morning, tipping his head back as he downed the last of his straight, black coffee.

The smell of it typically filled the house in the morning, and today was no different. It was nice, but the actual drink made James gag. Hannah, on the other hand, drank much more slowly and with a lot more cream. Matt took his coffee in moderation and rarely had any, so James could only guess what was in his glass this morning. The youngest Delacourt had decided milk would be a fine option while he waited for everybody else to get ready. He sat down and looked at his mother smugly.

"So, mum, what was that about not waiting around for me?"

The still-tired woman stared daggers at her soon and he gave a small laugh, rocking on the back legs of his chair as she rose to take the other bathroom in the house for her own shower... And then there were two.

"Hey, Matt, is Anaïse coming today, or couldn't she come?"

"No, she's coming. She just messaged earlier; should be here any minute now... When's Sasha coming?"

"She'll probably be here soon..."

Matt nodded and a few moments passed in semi-comfortable silence. A knock at the door caused both boys to rise to their feet, trying to figure out whose guest had arrived. It was Matt's girlfriend, of course, and after he got her bags situated, the two of them took to the parlour while Matt waited for a shower to open. Anaïse showed up perfectly, as usual - cleaned up, well-dressed, and ready to go.

James pulled out his phone and swiped his thumb over the screen, connecting the letters with a line at a rather impressive speed as he belted out a quick message to Sasha. [i][b]Morning, sunshine, how's your packing going?[/i][/b]