[ Matthew is indeed taking a lazy morning; he was so full of life and energy after Ronan brought back the fireflies that he could hardly sleep the night before. When Ronan knocks, Matthew is awake but still lying in bed with blankets tangled around his legs, his arms stretched up towards the ceiling. Three of his little daydream clouds cling to his hands and wrist, but when he looks over and sees his brother that number multiplies immediately. He sits up, gently swatting one of the new clouds away from his face, which is lit up like the sun. ]
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Ronan!