Zephyr grinned a little before lifting his eyebrows. "Crazy how? Cause I bet mine are crazier." He answered, running a hand through his hair as he planned his day.

"You have something you love! Tell me!" She planted her hands on her hands as she eyed him. "Tell me tell me tell me"

Zephyr raised his eyebrows slightly. "Welllll as most people I love my family, I love those waffles, I love the chicken bacon ranch wraps at the restaurant down the road..." He trailed off with a smirk. He really couldn't help not answering the question very helpfully- that was just how he did things. He was always rather vague unless he didn't want to be.

Sophia poked him "come on! You can't just like food!" She poked his shoulder a few times before letting her hand drop to the table. "I'm so tired. I got absolutely zero sleep last night. Ryan wouldn't let me go anywhere without answering his questions. How the game went, why I always get waffles after winning games, who I was eating with. " she rolled her eyes "I don't even remember how I answered him or why it took three hours for him to leave my room!" She closed her eyes for a few seconds before dragging them back open.

Zephyr let out a small laugh. "I LOVE food." He corrected with a slightly evil grin, his eyebrows lifting slightly- again- as her head fell back to the table with a low thump. "Who you were eating with, eh? Does Ryan not like me?" He joked, then winced. "Three hours. Youch." That was quite a while. Zephyr had always been a night owl- he could stay up FOREVER if he wanted to- but he had forced himself to go to bed early just so he didn't DIE getting up early.

"I think he likes you" A blush crept onto her face. "Yeah. So now I'm tired. I think I got five hours of sleep last night" she poked his arm. "That waffle was so good" she mumbled as her eyes slowly closed

"Surprising. Not many people actually do." Zephyr snorted, finally taking a bite of his food and instantly regretting it- the food was cold. Freezing. He stood and dumped it in a garbage before returning quickly. Ten minutes left to lunch. It was taking forever. "Five hours." He repeated with a shudder. "I look like a zombie, or, as many people have said, Darth Sidious, if I only get 8 hours of sleep." He grinned a little- he had loved the star wars movies. Who didn't. "It was REALLY good. And I thought I made good waffles." He joked, cracking his fingers as he glanced at the clock.

Sophia sighed. "Why does no one like you?" She asked. "Cold?" She asked. "Hey. Can you get me something? Like a milk or something? Maybe it can revive me" she mumbled from under her arm. "I need another waffle" she said. Her eyes were closed again.

"Is that a serious question?" Zephyr arched an eyebrow before shaking his head slightly. "I'm different. And yes, I can." He answered, walking up to the front/fridge thingy arean (I dunno -le sob-) and grabbing a milk (can you just like grab milk????) To bring it back to her. He placed it on the table before sitting back down, looking at the clock again. 2 minutes. The teachers always seemed to get irritated if he left early, so he didn't. "Struggle through the school day. Maybe being outside and practicing softball will wake you up." He suggested, looking a little brigher when he thought about basketball practice- the one part of school he liked.

"Yes. Serious question. And thank you" Sophia smiled as she drank the milk. "Softball" she repeated. "Yeah. I have practice tonight..." she grinned "are you going to watch, Zephyr?"