Post-run, Mason bounds into the kitchen, a sheen of sweat highlighting his pink-dyed hair. His brother, Tyler buries himself in a book, and a girl – Ty’s assumed "girlfriend" – spreads butter on toast.

"Morning, guys," Mace greets, scratching his head nervously. He pours coffee, his eyes darting between the two. "Rough night studying?" he asks his brother, noticing scattered books. Turning to the girl, he chuckles, "You're up early. Excited for beach volleyball today?"