Amy delivered a quick, soft jab to Grayson's side. But anyone who was paying the least bit of attention knew that it was done in a playful manner. "As if I'm the only one who wants to stay in bed after waking up. You know you enjoy your breakfast as much as I do," she smirked before turning to Matija, "Hot or cold, it's all good."  

Amy then took a mouthful of pancakes, taking her time to chew them as she expected someone to change the conversation. Not that she was ashamed to be that open about her personal life, but she was running out of ideas with her smartass remarks. 

"I think that-" 

Amy then stopped, sitting very still for a moment before she excused herself, practically running out of the kitchen as she desperately headed towards the bathroom. With barely a few seconds to spare, she made it to one of the toilets in time before she started vomiting. She was there for about half a minute, and when she was done, the poor girl was extremely pale and shaking, her mind exploring the possibilities of such reaction. But there was one option that kept bugging her, one that she was afraid to admit to herself.