Andrew hardly ever slept in any more. That old habit of his had gotten worked out of him when he started having to get up bright and early to get to training the slayers in his care, and even though the only two slayers here in Lawrence didn't exactly need training any more, he just couldn't shake the habit.
He was already in the kitchen when Paige came in, standing by the stove and cracking some eggs open into a pan. "Morning," he said with a grin after a quick look over his shoulder to see who had come in. "I'm making scrambled eggs. Want some?" The lest he could do was be nice, they all lived together after all. And even though Andrew hadn't exactly spoken to Paige all that much, he still knew who she was and thought she seemed nice enough.