In a rather rare occasion, the second child of the Kennedy family had not come home at the crack of dawn. The fact that she was currently under probation might be given credit for that, though only by someone who does not know Lyla very well. Being grounded has never done much to stamp out the behaviors her parents disapprove of --it simply makes her more cunning in going about them. Her reason for staying put last night had been because she expected to have much more freedom as soon as her parents left with the Whites for Europe, nannies and Jason be damned. So she played the part of the remorseful daughter, perhaps unconvincingly, until they had gone. Her parents had left very early this morning [or was it very late last night?], and that marked the true beginning of Lyla's summer. A summer partying with friends on the beach, playing around with whoever caught her eye, and hooking up with Jack.
That last one was something that she really did have to keep quiet, the rest of her plans being the sorts of things her elder brother had to realize was inevitable, regardless of how he tried to stop it. Her no-strings-attached deal with Jack, however, was something that Jason would no doubt put his all into crushing. Believe it or not, Lyla wanted to enjoy her summer with as few hitches as possible. Of course, that never seemed to go as planned, given that her idea of enjoying the summer was less than pleasing to her parents.
Despite having gone to sleep relatively early last night, Lyla will still be one of the last of the group to rise. The early bird saying has never had much pull to her, that much has been made clear by her sleeping habits. They, at least, are something that have been constant throughout her life. Even at 10, she could sleep through an afternoon and still seem sluggish when she woke up.
Still, the bear cannot slumber forever, and her room is placed in such a way so that the smell of cooking eggs and bacon drifts into the air. If there is one thing that can wake up Lyla without fail, it is the smell of breakfast. Another remnant of her younger days would be a love for breakfast. Given her way, Lyla would probably have breakfast food for every meal of the day without hesitation. On some occasions, she does just that.
Placing food before getting ready, the blonde rises from bed and does little more than brush her hair before going downstairs. A plain white T-shirt and pajama pants printed with Barbara Gordon, in all of her red-headed, ass-kicking glory, patterns is her wardrobe this morning. Following her nose, and by some extent her stomach, Lyla finds her way into the kitchen, which already has almost all of the Kennedy-White kids in it.
"I hope those eggs are up for grabs," she comments, the words warped somewhat by a yawn. Without waiting for an answer, she gets down a plate and walks to the skillet, preparing to help herself.