Whatever fleeting optimism Jake had about a good night's sleep and the light of day quickly dimmed at the sound of Finn's voice. To look at him, you'd think the kid hadn't slept in days.

The whistle of the tea kettle greeted them as they reached the kitchen. With a few quick stretches, Jake begin gathering the mugs, sugar, and cream -- they all landed on the table around the same time, stretchy limbs crisscrossing while Finn took a seat.

"I found some Lemon Zinger in the back of the drawer, I thought we were all out. Pretty lucky, huh?" Jake comments from the other end of the table, one of his hands hovering over Finn's tea with sugar spoon in hand. "How sweet d'you want it?"