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Max breezed into the kitchen, still sleep tussled and disgustingly cheerful. "Toast, please," he said off-handedly, not even bothering to look at the man receiving his order as he sat down next to Domanik. "Good morning, all!" He looked at Domanik in a considering sort of way for a moment, then said, almost absently, "He almost looks angrier than usual, don't you think, Mark? Only one explanation; he likes a girl and is absolutely furious with himself. Oh, thanks!" he added as a plate of toast was placed in front of him. He wasted no more time with talking.

She randomly started opening doors, hoping for something, maybe a smell, to lead her in the right direction. "No... no... not this one, either... AH-HA!" A light, butter scent drifted towards her from the left. She smiled and walked in that direction, humming a random tune. Noise... good, this really was the way, she mused when the kitchen door opened and a servant - Adrienne stared, still not used to servants - exited the room, sending a polite smile Adrienne's way. The teenager opened the door and went inside; "Holeeeeee." She breathed. Everything in this house is huge. She caught sight of Naomi, Markus, and Domanik, and smiled. "Oh. Morning girls and guys. It-" Her eyes hit Max and the smile faded into a look of seriousness. "I need to talk to you." She told him.

{( EDIT;; Woops. Madeleine's not there anymore. Better take that out.. O= )}

Adrienne sighed. "Please? I promise it'll only take a minute, and then you can get back to your toast and I won't bug you." A small smile lifted the corners of her lips. "And I promise I won't yell at you again. Really. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, and all that jazz." Her fingers traced an invisible "X" over her heart.

"So." She nodded and took a deep breath before beginning. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry." She paused; Adrienne didn't apologise often. "I know that this isn't your fault and I had no right to blow up at you or take anything out on you or yell at you or... yeah, just 'cause I was in a bad mood. I had no right to take it out on you, just because you were there." She cleared her throat and shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ears. "So, I'm sorry." The words came out and ended in a quiet rush.

Alyekzander woke slowly to soothing music. Enya, unless he missed his guess. No brazen klaxon for him, never. He let his 'alarm' continue to play as he slipped out of bed and headed for the shower with a yawn. It was early and it was the weekend, Alyekzander reminded himself as scalding water brought him back fully to the waking world. Surely hardly anyone would be awake yet. That was fine by him, of course, but he still knew he had to prepare for Markus' little tour set at the rather vague time of 'after breakfast'.

Alyekzander toweled off and dressed, briefly wondering again who the devil had barged into his room. Really, the one night he sleeps in his birthday suit! He hoped it at least was not one of the girls. He could do without the pointing and snickering the fairer sex tended toward.

Alyekzander tried to dismiss the thought, but it had already soured his mood. So it was with a slight frown that he made his way to the kitchen. He passed Max without as much as a word; his brother seemed in a hurry to get somewhere. Adrienne he nodded absently to as he passed. He supposed she was awake because of Markus. And so it was no surprise to see Markus in the kitchen... but Domanik? Good lord, the world had gone mad.

Covering his surprise, Alyekzander gave a nod to his brothers, whether they both noticed or not, and continued on to make his breakfast. He slipped right in among the staff without really acknowledging them, as was his routine. Markus and Adrienne were already awake, so he decided it would have to be a quick breakfast for him. He so loathed to rush when choosing food! One should court one's palette slowly, with building passion banked by the love of the chase, coy invitation and great anticipation. Not unlike women, though breakfast did not tend to bite back.

Alyekzander's hands picked and chose even as he thought these things. Quick and simple; surely he could do that. Water was set to boil as he painstakingly picked over the eggs, taking two. An English muffin was set to toast as he breezed through to acquire some hollandaise. A taste test proved it still good and Alyekzander nodded his approval as if to someone else as he added bacon to his growing pile of ingredients. Now to cook the bacon and poach the eggs, of course. Marvelous, marvelous. He had not eaten eggs Benedict in at least a matter of weeks. Markus and his tour could wait long enough for a decent breakfast, by God.

Markus hardly had time to acknowledge Adrienne's arrival before she stepped outside the door, Max in tow. Okay, that was odd, he thought, but didn't remark upon it. He'd ask Max about it later. He finished his breakfast quickly, realizing that he wasn't dressed. Just about then, Alyk cam sauntering in. Mark hadn't expected his younger brother to actually accept his offer to accompany him and Adrienne, but he had, so Markus figured he could at least make things as pleasant as possible this morning. He stood, and approached his brother.

"No need to rush. I still have to shower and dress. While I'm doing that, you can eat." Then Emily made a cameo in the kitchen, leaving as quickly as she'd come. She'd seemed distracted too. Nevermind, he could puzzle the mysteries of the sisters later. He left the kitchen, and said to Adrienne. "You go ahead and get some breakfast. I have to change. I'll come back down to the kitchen when I'm ready. Oh, and I wouldn't say anything to Dom, unless you fancy an argument with your meal. Otherwise, he's harmless. Well aside from the occasional, 'I wish you would die' glare. I'm sure you'll manage. Nice t-shirt, by the way."

Dom pretty much ignored everyone until Madeline left. Except for the Death Glare he shot Max when he made the comment about him liking a girl. "I do NOT!" he muttered. He finished his coffee and Bagel in double time once she'd left. None of these people interested him. When that freaky gothic girl came for Max, a lightbulb went off in Dom's head. So that had been the one who'd yelled at him, cried, then ran away. He smirked. Obviously he wasn't the only one affected by these she-devils.

Grumbling something or the other about having an appointment, Dom rose. "Oh, Alyk. I've been meaning to tell you. Max really enjoyed your little show last night." He laughed a little as he left. Passing Adrienne, he said, "I've decided. If I'm Sunshine, you're a little black raincloud. I'll call you LBR for short. And Markus, it's no good flirting with her. Max likes her." Then he made his way to the garage, and got in his Mustang, but he didn't drive away. Although the havoc he'd probably wreaked made him feel better, he still couldn't get Madeline out of his head. "I hate her," he said to the steering wheel.

Madeline looked at the clock. She quickly changed into a Munchkin t-shirt (with a troll hugging the munchkin on it) and a pair of jeans. Slipping into her comfy sneakers she went out to the garage. She ignored Dom as she gaped at the cars. She quickly tried to find her car in the garage. Then groaned. It wasn't HERE? She stamped her foot childishly. Damnit! Now she had to ask for the damn keys to one of these damn cars that probably had all those damn features that she wouldn't figure out in time. She wanted her Honda! She stamped her foot again.