Ninjago reader insert (Continuation)

(Y/n)’s POV

I sit in the Monastery kitchen, drinking water and cooling off after some early morning sparring with Morro.

I hear someone approaching and smile as I see Lloyd walk through the door, his hair a mess, and his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Good morning.” I greet, giving him a gentle punch to the arm as he passes me.

“Morning.” He mutters, sounding and looking like a zombie as he heads towards the fridge.

I watch him take out the milk and I realize he's getting cereal for breakfast.

“Of course…”

‘Shush. You know Zane banned me from cooking and baking.’

I snicker, but the smile drops from my face as I witness something so profoundly, unforgivably wrong.

“Did…did you just pour the milk first?” I ask, stunned.

Lloyd blinks at me, then at the milk carton in his hand. “Uh…yeah, what's wrong? Is it expired?” He checks the date.

“Nobody pours the milk first.” I deadpan, staring at him like he’s growing a second head.

“Um…I pour the milk first.” He replies simply, as if that's the most normal thing in the world.

“It is freaking weird!” I exclaim, standing up from my seat.

Lloyd squints at me like he’s still buffering. “Why are you so offended?”

I throw my hands up. “Because, like, serial killers pour the milk first!”

Lloyd raises an eyebrow, “Oh, so…I'm gonna kill somebody for no reason because I poured the milk first.”

I shrug, “I don't know, maybe!”

“Why does this even matter to you?”

“Why do you even do it that way?” I counter.

“So the cereal doesn't get soggy as fast.” Lloyd answer, as if the answer was obvious.

I stare at him for a long moment, arms crossed, “What?” I finally say, completely flabbergasted.

“It makes sense!” He insists.

“No, it doesn't.” I tell him, my voice flat and unimpressed.

Lloyd sighs, “Listen, if you pour the cereal in first, and then pour the milk on after then all the cereal get saturated by the milk-”

“All of the cereal gets saturated and submerged in the milk anyway.” I interrupt.

“No. Not if you pour the milk in first-”

“Yes it does!” I exclaim, exasperated.

“Wait, let me finish, sis, come on.” Lloyd gestures, like I'm ruining some grand revelation.

I scoff, “Go ahead, go ahead, enlighten me.”

“Because of surface tension…” He starts and I immediately deadpan, “The bottom layer of the cereal will act as a flotation device.”

I blink at him, “What are you? A nindroid? What are you even saying right now?”

“Shut up! Let me finish, (Y/n)!” Lloyd protests.

“But that's-” I sputter, barely keeping a straight face, “That's stupid!”

“You're stupid!” He fires back.

“This whole argument is stupid!”

“You're the one who started this whole argument!”

“BECAUSE YOU POURED THE FREAKING MILK IN THE BOWL FIRST!” I yell.