Aria dragged herself into the house, still feeling the burn from training. The moment she saw Adam in the kitchen, she let out a dramatic groan.
"She's trying to kill me. You know I'm not good with physical exercises, and yet the Ice Queen is forcing it on me," she whined, slumping against the doorframe.
Adam didn't even look up from what he was doing. "Good morning to you too, Aria."
She grumbled under her breath and stomped off to her room.
Gloria walked in right after, her posture relaxed despite the morning workout. Alfred followed, drenched in sweat but grinning like he'd just won a prize.
"Morning, Adam," Alfred greeted, his voice full of energy. "And before you ask, yes, I won against Aria today."
Adam chuckled at his little brother's excitement. "Good for you."
Alfred pumped his fist before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
As Adam focused back on the meal, he glanced at Gloria. "So, how's life as an aunt?"
