Sigma doesn't know whether to chase the twins out or beg them to stay at the table.

"Mostly that you're a slacker," he teases. "And you snore terribly." It may or may not be true. He sleeps so deeply, and at such different times from Epsilon, that he doesn't actually know.

At the mention of Omega, Eta's head perks up. "Omom?" she asks.

"Yes, Omega," Sigma says. "I can't tell if he's teasing or well-intentioned."