You head into the kitchen.

You walk into the kitchen, where your mom is sitting down at the table, reading the newspaper.

She glances up and looks at you. "Well, hello stranger," she smiles, "it's about time you got up!"

You nod, and look around. "Hey, where are the bacon and eggs I smelled earlier?" you ask her.

"I ate them," she replies. "Look, don't blame me for you taking your sweet time to get down here. They were getting cold, and I wasn't about to let good food go to waste.

You sigh as you look at your mom, disappointed. Your stomach rumbles again. Aw, man, you think, I was really looking forward to some bacon and eggs.

Your mom gives you a sympathetic look. "Ohhhh... alright," she says, rolling her eyes at you in a playful "ugh, kids" manner. "I'll make you some more."

This surprises you a little; normally, she'd make you cook some yourself as penance for waking up so late. You figure she must be in a good mood today. "Thanks, mom!" you reply. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I know, I know," she says, waving you off as she goes to the fridge to get some more eggs and bacon to fry up. You sit down at the table, grateful that you have such a generous mom.