𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮

EIGHT

I wake up the next morning to the rattling of pots and pans. Too groggy to get up, I roll over and put my head under a pillow.

"Good morning sunshine!" I recognize the voice as AV's, and blush a tiny bit. I'm so glad I have a pillow on my face so that she doesn't notice.

"I'm sleeping! Leave me alone." I reply, but it actually comes out as, "Hm-fweefing! Weef fme awun." Instead of saying anything else, she simply walks over, takes the pillow off of my head and wipes my hair out of my face. Then, grinning as she does so, opens all the curtains, blinding me momentarily.

"Oh come on!" I exclaim, my voice no longer muffled by the pillow.

"Well for a rich girl you sleep in a lot. You gotta wake up. Ammon claimed that he could cook and has been searching through the pots and pans for the past hour. It would be really nice if you could cook us something."

"Just go into the fridge, take out some food and make something, and let me sleep." I say this with a small sleepy smile, and an amused tone in my voice. Arktivice looks at me exasperatedly, and my grin grows to a size that can barely fit my face.

"I'm kidding! I need to get dressed, so you might want to get out."

"As you wish your majesty", she replies with a smile that is a mirror image of mine. She salutes to me and then walks out, causing me to blush so much that I'm sure it stands out like a beacon.

After I've gotten dressed in my favorite cotton dress, one with roses all over it of reds and blues, I head down stairs to make breakfast. I'm greeted at the bottom of the stairs by a very hungry Sierra complaining about how hungry she is.

"Sierra, I get it you're hungry, I'm hungry, we're all hungry. Chill out and I'll go make some food." I tell her a tad bit annoyed.

"Fine", she grumbles while leaving for the living room. I make my way to the kitchen and whisper, "Stop." All movement but mine stops. I carefully walk into the kitchen, grab all the pots and pans, even the one in Ammon's hand and organize them in the cabinets. Except one that I place on the stove. Turning on the stove, I spray butter spray on the pan and get to work making everyone omelettes. Once all the omelettes are done and plated I take the plates into the living room. After setting them down, I stand in the middle of the kitchen and whisper, "Go". Standing there, both of them quickly turn around and look at me incredulously and I laugh.

"Breakfast's done." I say looking at them, amused.

"How-how did you do that so fast?" A very stunned Ammon asks.

"Easy, I made omelettes while you too were frozen in time."

"What! Wait, you can stop time! Why didn't you tell us!" AV exclaims, very confused.

"Yeah, anyway, go eat before your food gets cold." I say, rolling my eyes at how surprised they both are.

"Ok!" Ammon practically runs into the dining room.

"So~" Arktivice says, unsure of what exactly to say for a moment, then continues.

"How many powers do you have?" She says this part with a perfect blend of curiosity and hesitation.

"Um, I don't know, 5-6 powers. Flight, super strength, freezing time, super speed, healing, and apparently being a super-human magnet. So yeah, 6 powers."

"Holy- that is a lot." AV says running a hand through her hair, shocked.

"The most I've heard of is 3, but 5! Wow." She continues.