"I can tell the end of the society hasn’t taken away all that obnoxious early morning energy," said Rick. Rick would have habitually slept past noon if his mother, Violet, and the school board didn’t make a point of conspiring against him.
"Awww, thanks, Contrary." Violet flashed a huge fake smile at him. "You always say the sweetest things."
"The world collaspes around us," Rick went on, warming to his topic, "and you probably still went out for a morning job with your Mom before you even thought about coming over here, and-"
"Whatever," said Violet, glaring him into silence. "You’re just jealous because Mom and I are strong enough to fight off the inevitable zombie hordes or whatever, and you’re going to get eaten first by cannibals because you have all that going on," Violet said, waving towards Rick’s protruding stomach.
"Maybe the cannibals will prefer lean meat," Rick said, tucking his arms around himself defensively.
"You know I’d be stringy as hell, Rick. Don’t even."