Mercy is making breakfast! It smells delicious.

"It's really nice of you to cook for everybody," opines Stormy.

"It's fun! And it's good practice!"

"I guess so. Whatcha making?"

"Pancakes and gloop. Blueberry gloop, to be specific."

"Gloop? Blueberry gloop. Sounds... gloopy."

"It's tasty gloop," he assures her.

"And it goes with pancakes or do we eat them separate?"

"It goes with 'em."

"Cool."

Rahi comes downstairs and sits very quietly at the table without saying anything to anyone. She looks tired.

"You look exhausted," says Stormy.

"So have some pancakes," says Mercy, delivering Rahi a plate with some pancakes accompanied by delicious gloop.

She smiles slightly.

"Do you have nightmares or something?"

She shakes her head.

"Well, I'm sorry you didn't sleep well."

"You want some pancakes too?" asks Mercy. "Here you go." He offers Stormy the second plate.

"Thanks!" Stormy noms pancakes.

Mercy continues producing them as the rest of the house wakes up and files in. He never actually sits down himself; by the time Niva has a plate in front of her, he has had his fill of pancakes and gloop snuck in between supplying everyone else.

"Mercy, Niva, are you staying for meditation today?" inquires Sedge.

"Nah," says Mercy.

"Double nah," says Niva around a mouthful of pancakes.