Hannah had been lying in bed, awake, debating whether the pros of coffee outweighed the cons of getting out of bed on the one morning that she didn't have to get Kirley out of bed. She'd been coming up short on an answer until the smell of coffee drifted in. The pros of already made coffee were enough to get her up. She ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her t-shirt and sleep shorts before wandering into the kitchen.
"Morning," she said, heading straight for the icebox. Nothing. She sighed. "Why don't waffles just appear from nowhere?"