Mac headed into Harm’s office. “Ready to go?”

He nodded, dialing his phone. “Hold on...” He grinned when the person on the other end answered. “'Morning, Sunshine. Time to greet the day!”

Mac frowned. Harm wasn’t actually braving waking Mattie up at that hour...?

“... yes, I’m aware it’s ‘only’ nine a.m., but you may have forgotten a certain tryout for a certain volleyball team this morning. How did I know your alarm’s broken? We adults just have a sixth sense about those things.” Mac rolled her eyes. “Oh, Mats? There’s a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in the oven for you.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Good luck... love you, too.” Hanging up, he grabbed his briefcase. “Apparently,” he informed Mac, “I’m the ‘like, greatest guardian chef person ever.’”

“Not quite the adjectives I’d use, but she’s close,” Mac said, receiving a smile. “Next time, though, I’d like eggs, too.”

“I’ll try to remember that.”

- Fin. -