"Really? Luther?" Five sounds almost offended by the comparison. Goody two shoes Luther? It's true, though, that Luther had always been more inclined to follow Reginald than grace, which only proves how much help his brothers needed.

The silence that follows the cake falling is deafening. Five is nto unfamiliar with the kind of tense atmosphere that's now in the kitchen, he just never experienced it with Grace before. Then the Ding of the counter ruins the moment, sounding all too loud even to his ears. When grace turns to check the cookies, it feels like all this mess has been for nothing. Five's always been impatient, it's a flaw.

And then something's changes in the way Grace holds herself, her eyes looking sharper and ...oh. He hasn't heard his full name in a long time, he had almost forgotten he share Reginald's middle name and it gives Five and immediate sense of foreboding. So, he wanted Grace to realize she was angry, that it was not something she was programmed to feel.

Alas, he failed to see the obvious downside to that: His mom is now angry.

"Er." Five's eyes go wide and he shrinks a little into himself but no point in turning tail and running now, not when they are finally on the right track. "Yes...?" So soft, so casual still, as if he's done nothing wrong.