Roman had made him cookies... and the chips were purple, blueberry flavored. 

Virgil couldn't find any moment to put over this in his short list of good stuff on his life. He was sure that his cheeks were pink under the pale foundation. Roman was still on the kitchen with Patton and Logan was reading a dictionary.

"You should care more for slang than for dictionaries" Virgil muttered from his seat, eyes darting from the cookies to Logan's book.

"I know, but I prefer to know words in their general meaning," he said, putting a mark on the page "I'll help them with the breakfast, they're taking too long"

Logan disappeared into the kitchen and Virgil waited, soon the logical trait was walking back with a big plate full of pancakes and a jar with syrup.

Virgil smirked. Waited for Logan to serve his fill and picked four pancakes. Little after, Patton was on his side and Roman in front of him.

They ate in comfortable silence. Virgil, as soon as his plate was empty he stood grabbing his mug and carrying it to the kitchen. He rinsed both things of the kitchen soap and let then dry.

When he turned around, Roman was there, small smile on his lips.