The scent of freshly baked bread and roasted coffee filled the kitchen as Louis and Ellie stepped downstairs. Their grandmother stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with effortless skill, while their grandfather sat at the dining table, leisurely sipping his coffee as he flipped through the morning newspaper.
"Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence," their grandmother teased, glancing at Ellie.
"I was up before Louis," Ellie said, slipping into her seat. "He was having an intense staring contest with a box. The box lost."
Louis glared at her before muttering, "It wasn't just a box…"
His grandmother hummed in amusement. "Oh? Was it something for church?"
Louis stiffened. "Uh, yeah. Something like that."
His grandfather lowered his newspaper, a glint of amusement in his aged eyes. "Speaking of church, are you still playing the organ today, Louis?"
"Of course," Louis said, relieved at the change in subject.
