Breakfast in the Vice house was just as chaotic as ever with Grace fighting over crisply cooked bacon and eggs, and never been able to make up her mind over tea or coffee.
And as he descended the stairs, the usual commotion became more audible. His father, Richard, sat at the head of the table reading the morning newspaper, not at all fazed by it.
"I asked for coffee, you brute!" Sophia yelled at her sister as her hand flailed to reach back for her coffee.
"Ask Mr Patrick for another, or better still go make one for yourself."
"But it's mine!" Sophia stated, her tone testy.
"Says who?" Grace raised a brow, her hand holding the cup in the air, so Sophia couldn't reach it.
"Says me, the person who asked for it."
"But I picked it up first. Finders, keepers."
