"—and then Luka just grabs the entire watermelon, one-handed, and yells 'IS MAGNIFICENT DAY FOR FRUIT JUSTICE!'" Xavier flipped the omelet while mimicking Luka's booming Russian accent. "Everyone in the cafeteria freezes. And Beppo, this kid who records literally everything, he's scrambling to get his camera ready—"
Elaine's laughter filled the kitchen, her shoulders shaking as she leaned against the counter. "He didn't actually throw it, did he?"
"Oh, he absolutely did." Xavier sprinkled cheese over the eggs. "Straight up into the air. Must have hit the ceiling twenty feet up. And when it came down—"
A soft yawn interrupted his story. Xavier turned to see Calypso standing in the doorway. She wore a silky pink nightgown that fell to mid-thigh, rubbing her eyes like a child waking from a nap. Her nose twitched as she caught the scent of breakfast.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up?" Calypso pouted, shuffling toward the stove. "I smell cheese omelets."