Lori makes herself some breakfast

>It was the twilight hour between the depths of night and the radiant morning.
>Or so Lucy would say.
>Lori didn't know for sure and didn't care to figure out.
>All she knew was cereal.
>The only thing Lori could remember was stumbling down the stairs before anyone else could wake up and scream bloody murder.
>Phone was too bright. Sugar Smacks were half stale. Brain needed sleep.
Crunch Crunch Crunch
>"Morning, Lori"
>Lori was far too tired to register any surprise.
>Lori cracked open an eyelid to see the white-haired twerp sitting across from her at the table.
>What was his name again? Lenny? No, that was the glasses.
>Whatever.
>The two were silent, except for the sound of chewing on sugar smacks.
Crunch Crunch Crunch
>"How are you?"
>It took Lori a second to fully process the words spoken to her.
>The only response she could muster was a muted half-gurgled groan.
>"Boobear's going outta town. Can't go, got work."
>"So's Clyde. Something about a family reunion in Texas..."
>"mmm."
Crunch Crunch Crunch
>"Well, uh, maybe we could have fun together and, uh, hang out?"
>Lori's eyelid creaked open slowly.
>Lexington (No, that wasn't it either...) smiled at her, his big buck teeth betraying the pain of having to feign happiness so early in the morning.
>Somehow, it made Lori feel just a bit better.
>A piercing shriek rang through the Loud house.
>"MOOOOOOM! LANA TRIED TO KILL ME!"
>"No I didn't! It was a nerf dart! Those can't hurt you, you big baby!"
>Lori could only half-heartedly glance at LINCOLN (that was his name) as she stretched a small smile at him.
>Everything was gonna be alright.