Gray

Gray shuffled downstairs, intent on conning Raiden into making him waffles--he could feel him still in the kitchen, along with a weird number of their brothers for this late in the morning--and stopped dead in the entrance to said kitchen.

Castor snatched a set of gold-toned measuring spoons out of Raiden's hand and said, "I should--we should keep these." He slipped them into his pocket, and Bellamy rolled his eyes and took them back out.

"They're not made out of real gold, Cas."

"I know that! We'll just need measuring spoons!"

( Uh, guys... )

((Establishy! NFB/NFI due to distance.))