Here There be Witches

Untitled Part 20

Anara woke the next morning to an absolutely heavenly smell wafting through the crack under her door. She groaned. "So...I have an impossible choice. Dammit this is so unfair. Stay in the world's comfiest bed a little longer, or go possibly get pancakes-or even better, maybe waffles..." She buried her face deeper in the plush pillows with a whimper as her stomach growls it's opinion. "MMmmmmmmfine. Treats it is. I hope I get some too..." I would never expect them to make me stuff of course, they're already letting me stay over, I don't want to cause more trouble.

Says the girl that gave everyone food poisoning yesterday-

Nope. We're just gonna pretend that never happened. The evil feeling had dissipated overnight, as it usually does. The fact that it had even happened made her uncomfortable, but notably less so than it used to.

Maybe they did make me food? Liz and Patty are very nice. The last person she could imagine cooking was Kid. Actually, they probably have a private live in chef and maids. Why the hell else would they need so many rooms? Anara dragged herself out of bed and flopped on the floor then laid there for another few moments before finally getting dressed and ready.

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Gallows Mansion did not have a live in chef. Liz and Patty were atrocious cooks. Which is why Anara stepped into the kitchen to find a very frazzled Death the Kid wearing a frilly apron, desperately trying to put out the fire on the stove as Patty laughed maniacally behind him. Liz had just stepped in behind her, muttering something about this is why she got breakfast at school. The guest wasn't sure whether to laugh or assist, but when Kid turned toward her with pancake batter clinging to his hair a snort that quickly turned into a full on cackle slipped from her mouth.

"Don't. Even. Start." The black haired boy threatened, waving a spatula menacingly.

"Nope! Not- pfffttttt hehehe-not a word. I--I don't even see anything. Nothing at all."

"Pancake went SPLAT!!" Patty sang.

"Patty how many times have we told you to say out of the kitchen!? Last time we were scrubbing egg from the ceiling for a week!" Kid and Liz chastised the younger girl together like true older siblings. Aww it's like Kid is part of their family, how cute!

Kid sighed and began shoveling big fluffy pancakes onto plates. "Liz would you grab Anara something to drink? Also the syrup please."

"Oh! Oh no, I can get it, please you don't have to do that." Liz shrugged and let her. "Thank you though, that's very kind."

"If you insist. How many would you like? We have plenty."

Considering what was practically a culinary crime scene that went into making their breakfast, the final product actually looked amazing. "Ooooh, definitely two at least, these look wonderful. Did you make them Kid?"

"Yes-well with a some sabotage from Patty," he answered, glaring at the girl who was drowning her stack in the strawberry syrup. He placed two on a plate in front of Anara and she thanked him before drizzling on her own normal syrup. "And thank you, I hope you like them."

"Oh my gosh yes, these are delicious! I never would have pegged you as a cook but wow!" He blushed a little at the praise.

"Good, I'm glad. Yes, I've been cooking for myself for several years since father wasn't exactly around often." Anara hadn't really thought about how he must've grown up being the son of Lord Death. She couldn't even image a pleasant life without her dad in it.