***Randel***
When Randy went into the kitchen, Cole was sitting at the table with a white mug and drooping eyes. He nibbled on a brown piece of toast between yawns. There seemed to be something on his floating screen, but Randy couldn't tell if he was actually looking at it or not.
Randy furrowed his eyebrows. Did they have cereal in this world? If they did, did they have things besides 'healthy' cereal?
Cole glanced in his direction. "Did you need something?"
Sweat beaded his brow. "Just trying to decide what I want for breakfast. Were you not able to sleep last night?"
He turned back to his floating screen. "It is what it is."
What kind of answer was that?
"What do you normally eat for breakfast?" Cole asked.
"Depends. Sometimes cereal, sometimes French toast, sometimes pancakes or waffles."
"French?" Cole asked, blinking.
