“And I would have, too,” Aisha laughed, hugging him, and hanging onto Rocky at the same time. She kissed his cheek. “Oh, buck up, my froggie. I know you miss her.” Adam just nodded, laying back, his feet in the water. Jason sat beside him, and Trini swam over and sat on his feet, laying her head on his lap, yawning. Conner and Ethan plunged back into the pool, Zack right behind them, as Trent slid down on the other side of Jason, his arm around Kira. Tommy sat down on Adam’s other side, Rocky and Aisha in the pool between them, while Kimberly grabbed hold of the wall on his other side.

“Coming in Billy?” Kimberly asked the last ranger without a single body part in the water. He shook his head.

“I have to make a phone call,” Billy replied. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told them. They nodded and waved him off, before sitting there in silence, just enjoying being together. Kira began to hum a bit, before murmuring something about definitely being the winning color. Conner just dunked her under water, and the water fight from the morning automatically resumed, at least until two enormous shadows were cast over the water engulfing them.“What’s up with Kira?” Kimberly asked.

“No idea,” Tommy said firmly, looking speculatively at his shirts.

“Are we ready to go?” Trini asked.

“Tommy’s having an identity crisis,” Jason explained serenely, gesturing at Tommy.

Trini snorted, trying to hold in her laughter at the look on Tommy’s face. “Tommy, it really doesn’t matter, does it?”

Tommy huffed irritably. “Well…”“It’s amazing how fast you’re actually capable of moving in the morning when you have to.” He said, pulling on his shirt.

She shot him a halfhearted annoyed look and then bounced across the bed towards him.

“Take that back.” She said, throwing her arms around his neck. He leaned in and kissed her thoroughly.

“Good morning.” He whispered.

“Good morning.” She answered, unwilling to give up the kiss. Their communicators chirped again and she fell back on the bed in frustration, bouncing a little from the force.

“Jeans.” She said, rolling off the bed and searching through a basket of clean clothes, “I need my frek’n jeans.”