It was rather irritating that Ella had run off to London. Johnny assumed that he should probably fell worried about his youngest sister's well being, but he was so preoccupied with how unnecessary and horribly inconvienient this whole affair was, considering everything else that was happening. He was just getting used to running the household on his own, after all, and he was still getting used to Daphne's renewed presence at home. There was also, of course, their new guest that he found himself secretly worrying about, and at the moment, one of Ella's juvenile whims was the last thing he wanted to deal with. He hoped his mother or Daphne wouldn't be too hysterical about Ella's running off, because he didn't feel very motivated to do much about it. Ella was getting older, after all, she shouldn't be in too much danger, and if she was it honestly wasn't his problem. She was the one who had run away, so it was technically her own fault if anything happened to her.
To take his mind off his irritation, Johnny made his way to the kitchens, hoping that breakfast was already on the table. This whole silly business has disrupted his calm facade way too early in the morning, and he was too tired to mask his irritation completely just yet. A late breakfast might be enough to increase his annoyance and make it much more difficult to retain his usual cool. He hoped that nothing else would be particularly annoying this morning.
Spotting Daphne, however, silenced Johnny's mental rant and seemed to calm him a little. He was still slightly unsure on how to regard his sister, but she didn't make him as nervous as she once had, and he hoped that Daphne would have some sort of plan about how to deal with Ella's mischief so s\he didn't have to think of one.
"Good morning!" Johnny exclaimed joyfully, doubting that his sister had seen him. "Sleep well?"