....Evelyn has in fact been in the kitchen the entire time, out of sight behind the wall and nursing her third coffee. She wasn't trying to eavesdrop and only overheard fragments, but she definitely heard that a conversation was happening at all. 

Once she hears Teagan's door click shut upstairs, she wanders over to the study. "Everything all right?" 

She had just had time to turn back to the screen and start remembering what she was doing but not enough time to be disrupted by having to drop it again. "Everything's rad. Do you need the computer, should I start wrapping this up?"

"No, no, it's all good. I'll probably need it later to check my email but not now."

What she actually wanted to know was whether Teagan said anything concerning, but Evelyn has been doing this for a long time and can already pick up that Miranda is going to deflect questions like that. 

"- Did Teagan say anything about what she wants for breakfast? I heard her come down." 

"Not particularly? She asked if we had any Red Bull and I said probably not." Shoot, hopefully that was public information. 

"Red bwhat? ...Ohhhh, is it that super-caffeinated soda stuff?" Evelyn is mainly aware of its existence because she's heard of "Jägerbombs", in the context of 'teenagers making questionable life decisions'.

And also that ad she's pretty sure she saw on a...bus stop advertisement poster, maybe? "'Red Bull gives you wiiiiiiings'? Is that the one?" 

"Yeah, that. It's like coffee except as a soda. I think college students like it." She wonders how much of that is incorrect stereotype, how much is generational drift, and how much is red bull needing less prep work than coffee.

How would Miranda have any idea what college students–

....nevermind. Not the priority, and also it's not like it's even all that mysterious, Miranda's parents were clearly not being careful about age-appropriateness and might well have let her hang around with college students. And 'hanging out with college students' sounds like a very plausible way that Teagan could have gotten hooked on the stuff. 

"Well, I don't have it, and I don't think it's very healthy for a thirteen-year-old to be drinking that much caffeine." Sigh. "Thank you for telling me. I'll talk to her about it later." 

Ughghghgh apparently it was not publicly shareable information and nobody should ever involve Miranda in any plan more complicated than a game of solitaire without detailed written instructions. She makes her will save vs facepalming.

"Can you do me a favor and not make her regret asking me a really normal question about what's in the pantry? I'm not asking you to conceal that I mentioned it, just--I said one sentence about her and managed to get her in trouble and now I feel like a jerk." What she wants is a mulligan on the last two minutes, but that isn't a thing and probably for the best. "Sorry."

Oh no poor Miranda. "She's not in trouble, please don't worry about that. I don't have to bring it up with her, if you'd rather I don't, I'm sure it'll come up on its own soon enough." 

"Thanks, I appreciate it." And she'll hold off on saying anything else for now because she's already had breakfast and doesn't need to eat any more of her own feet.

Evelyn is not 100% sure what just happened but Miranda seems...okay, hopefully...and that's the most important thing. 

She goes back to the kitchen to make herself another coffee, because it sure seems like a day where she's going to need it. 

Teagan comes back downstairs and walks into the kitchen. 

She's wearing jeans (skinny, but unripped) and a T-shirt (moderately tight, but without any inappropriate slogans). Her bedhead has been maybe slightly brushed, and mostly just yanked back into a low ponytail. 

She smiles at Evelyn with exquisite politeness. "Excuse me. I was just wondering where the cereal is?" 

Evelyn is now somewhat more - or at least differently - confused, but politeness obviously needs to be rewarded, whatever its cause! She smiles at Teagan and shows her what cupboard to look in. 

Teagan will scoop herself out a bowl of bran flakes - that's the most healthy cereal here, she's pretty sure, so it should earn her some adult-approval points - and pour some skim milk on top even though she hates skim milk, and bring it to the table, quietly and politely. 

...She is kind of sitting here to see if Evelyn will at some point go away. 

Evelyn doesn't actually like sitting across the table from someone who clearly resents eating breakfast under her observation.

She heads back over to the lounge and puts the TV on. 

It would be pretty stupid of Miranda, at this point, to come try to have a secret conversation with Teagan, who just fucked everything up like she always does, while Miranda's foster mom who loves her is just two rooms over. 

...Teagan is perhaps still vaguely hoping that she'll come over anyway. If not to have a secret conversation, at least to, like, sit there companionably doing other things, like she would if they were friends. This is obviously a spectacularly stupid thing to wish for. 

On the one hand, Teagan is clearly unhappy and it'd be an asshole move to bother her. On the other hand, Miranda feels like she should apologize and make sure Teagan has every opportunity to prevent Miranda from fucking up further, e.g. by not telling her anything. On the third hand, she is having real trouble putting words in an order that results in a comprehensible apology. On the fourth hand, that's a terrible reason not to apologize for something. She compromises on standing awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen, in Teagan's line of sight but not obtrusively so, for multiple minutes.