After Cheyenne walked to the table, Penelope returned to her task of cooking. She wanted to be sure her daughters had something to eat before she went to work. Like always.
Hearing her oldest daughter come down the stairs, she rolled her eyes a moment before turning to her. The girls were never up before she left and today they both were.
"Morning Savannah," she replied, hugging her daughter gently. "You too," she said, motioning Cheyenne over. She hadn't been able to hug her youngest daughter when she came down. "Get over here."