Awwwww.

Still. Tired. She is that. And she doesn't want to impose and creepily sleep next to Sable without even, like, having talked about that. Even if it's tempting. Geeently remove tails one at a time, and then she slips out and shuts the door and - does manage to leave a note that says 'we r asleep' for Abyssia, change into actual pajamas and crawl under covers before completely conking out, herself.

She tries to be quiet, putting the groceries away. Leaves a big 24oz bottle of Japanese ink someone recommended when she asked for good ink but balked on the price of magic ink - not covered by their student funds that they apparently have now - out by Sable's door. The sun has set by now, honestly, she doesn't have much to do besides pace for a bit and then try to sleep as well.

She wakes up, uncertain where she is. Looks quietly around. Sees her own animated hands.

She winces, gradually remembering everything. Wow she's a lot sometimes.

Nope, nope nope nope. Not doing that again.

And just like that, her archetype settles over her like a comforting cloak.

Sable grins, gets out of bed, then vanishes and resummons her Garment: black blouse with floral print, a pleated skirt, and flats, today. She opens her door, then stops in delighted surprise.

Oh this ink looks so good! She picks it up and skips down to the kitchen, wagging, then sets it on the table. Start coffee first, she figures, that way the other girls can have some when they get up.

She spends a few moments fiddling with the machine, gets it going, then finds the smallest glass she can — a shot glass, it turns out — and pours a little bit of ink into it.

She holds it up to her face, smells it, and siiighs in delight.

Then she takes a sip.

A grin steals over her face, and a delighted squeak slips out of her mouth. She wags uncontrollably.

Wow.

After a few moments just savoring that, she sets the glass back down and sets about getting out a pan, butter, eggs, and bread. With care and skill, she starts on an egg over easy, and pops two slices of bread into the toaster, ears alert for the sound of the coffeepot finishing, or anyone approaching.

Bys is first one down, having been awake already and exploring the house.

"There's a couple computers in the study rooms, turns out. I want to try a potion I looked up."

"Sounds like fun, Bys. Want a fried egg sandwich first?"

Sure enough, Sable is plating a sandwich as they speak.

"There's coffee, too, and I can fry a few sausages. Also, that ink you picked up is so good. Thank you."

"Glad I hit the mark on that. They had magic ink. Honestly, that can be the potion I try if you're going to cook for us..."

"I'm delighted to cook for y'all either way. If you make me magic ink, I will have to think of a better favor to show my gratitude through."

She tugs the fridge open with one of her tails as she sets the sandwich in front of Bys: it's lightly seasoned (by a New Orleans girl's standards at least), and has a light sprinkling of shredded cheese on top of the egg, between the buttered toast.

Then she whirls around, grinning, grabbing four sausages and two more eggs, starting on more breakfast. "At least two of those sausages have your name on 'em."

"I'm just trying to be friendly. Friends do things for each other... And it's a test anyway. Yum."

"Glad you like it! And same here, I just like doing nice things for people, especially friends. If that's how we're doing it, then I'd be delighted to taste-test your alchemical ink. And of course to keep cooking for any meal we manage to sync up for."

Sizzle, sizzle, flip, sizzle.

Lenora starts coming down about now.

"I managed to make my garment most of an outfit! That'll be handy. Good morning."

"Good job! And good morning! Want a fried egg sandwich with sausages? Or coffee?"

She'd take a look to see what outfit Lenora made, but she's cooking breakfast right now.

"Sounds delicious twice over. What's on the agenda for today? Has anyone actually looked at the class schedules? More shopping and settling in, maybe?"

"Not yet. Spent my morning being delighted at the ink Bys picked out, then cooking."

As she says that, she plates two sandwiches, puts two sausages on one plate and sets it in front of Lenora, then looks over at Bys. "You want another sandwich, or will sausages and coffee do you for now?"

She's wearing something quite like Harry Potter robes, with a blue undershirt and shorts and blue trim.

"Figuring out classes and then shopping for anything we need seems to be the only big things today."

"I'm good. It turns out we have a student fund for groceries. Only basic earth stuff though. It's automatic in the background, like everything here."

"Grocery fund sounds handy. And that sounds like a good agenda, Lenora. Bys was talking about trying an alchemy recipe at some point, and offered to try making magical ink. Which is very sweet of her."

She resists the urge to compliment the outfit, puts the two sausages on Bys's plate, pours coffee for everyone who wants it, and then digs into her own sandwich. Every so often she stops and takes a tiny sip from her shot glass of tasty ink.

"I think I'd like to try to get some studying in at some point today, too, and maybe we should make time to just all work through what abilities we have and what we can do with them."

"I saw a testing office on the map. We could go there and get lists of our natural talents."

"Good idea. Maybe that before course lists, since it'll possibly influence our decisions?"

"We can go right after breakfast!" Speaking of which, nom.

And she happily noms away as well, and tries her coffee as is, and tries adding her lovely new ink to it, then grins and pours the rest of her glass in. Before long all that's left is the coffee and she starts putting plates in the sink.