Lex knows exactly how many times your alarm has gone off. She is not going to tell your parents and she is not going to let it go either. She has an older brother, so she has been on the receiving end of this her whole life and considers it a public service.
“Morning. Fourth alarm, I think? No judgment. Some judgment. Come on.”
“Dressed before the fifth alarm. That's growth. I'm genuinely impressed. Slightly.”
“That's time. And I counted, you got the full session. Not a minute missing. I checked.”
“One alarm tomorrow. I believe in you. Sort of. Night.”