"Sweetheart..." notWash implored at first. "Hey! I have an idea! Why don't I make breakfast for everyone...well...everyone who hasn't already eaten."
Wash seethed. His teeth grinded and his jaw worked tensely beneath his skin. He muttered something unintelligible in Chinese and not very nice but otherwise simply ate the rest of his cereal...aggressively.
If he knew how 'identical' the girls thought they were he would have had words to say. Aside from having the same basic visage, their preferred styles and postures differentiated them to the point where a mirror image wasn't at all likely.