The corner of Izzy’s mouth puckered slightly at Blake’s response, then rolled her eyes with an exaggerated motion at his request for breakfast again.
	“Okay, okay.” She put her hairbrush away, and placed a couple hair ties around her wrist, a habit that had formed within the last couple months. 
	She had just stepped out of the bathroom when Zach’s voice called up to them.
	“In the fridge,” Izzy answered as she descended the stairs, still in her fuzzy pajamas. “Waiting to be...” Her sentence trailed off as she stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, taking in the Zach’s wetness as he drank directly from the faucet. “Is it raining,” she leaned backward to glance out a window, “or did you jump in a lake?” 
	Not quite feeling like cereal for breakfast--or trying to convince her brothers to have a bowl themselves--she stepped to the fridge and pulled out a pack of bacon and a carton of eggs, and deposited them on the counter.