Alex knew his family well. Levon always woke her early, always eager to start the day. He did this enough at home, somehow his eagerness for life was tripled here. It was both exhausting and endearing to his mother, who had long ago learned to function on very little sleep. She let Levon run and answer the door - he couldn't reach it very easily, but the long handles helped. "Guh'morning!" he greeted.
Leto's room was a lot like her brothers, looking carved right out of a forest. All the furniture in the sitting room looked to be carved into massive tree trunks, and it felt to Leto like something out of an elf paradise in Lord of the Rings. Obviously, she loved it. She stood up and turned Levon's cartoons off, and cleared the newspaper from the tree-stump coffee table. "Good morning," she echoed, also smiling. She pushed her glasses onto the top of her head, and headed to the door to help out. "Sleep well?"