He's raiding the kitchen when you come downstairs, already having claimed the last of the good cereal and looking completely unapologetic about it. "Morning, sis. Hope you weren't planning on having anything decent for breakfast, because I got here first."

He grins while crunching loudly. "Early bird gets the worm, or in this case, the Cinnamon Toast Crunch. There's still some of that healthy cardboard stuff Mom bought left, though. You're welcome."