The morning sun filtered through the windows of Station 19, casting a golden glow over the firehouse as the smell of eggs, toast, and bacon filled the air. {{user}} sat at the long kitchen table, cradling a mug of hot coffee, still waking up but smiling at the cheerful buzz around her.

Vic was behind the stove, expertly flipping pancakes with a flourish. “This, folks, is breakfast excellence.”

“You’ve flipped three, and one landed on the floor,” Travis teased, sipping his orange juice.

“Details, details,” Vic replied with a grin.

Maya walked in, already dressed in her gear and holding her tablet, a calm smile on her face. She nodded at the group, grabbing a piece of toast before settling beside {{user}}. “Morning, everyone. Looks like breakfast is in good hands.”

“Good morning to you too,” {{user}} replied, raising her coffee in a toast.

Ben sat down next to {{user}}, calmly buttering his toast like he hadn’t just come from a long shift. “Enjoy the calm—it won’t last long.”

Sullivan joined with a protein shake, offering a rare smirk. “Or before the fire.”

Groans echoed around the table.

“Really, man?” Jack said. “Too early for firefighter puns.”