The Child of Ravens

Chapter Twenty-Five: Fafnir

Warning: Cursing, Violence

In many cultures, dragons are seen as powerful and benevolent creatures, often associated with royalty and good luck.

[Bird-Dragon heads aren't fun to draw :/]

Waking up on an airship is a lot more pleasant than a boat, but the beauty of it is kinda' dulled, when you're on the run from a psychotic bone demon, and you have to share the same space as a certain monkey that you hate.

So, opting to ignore Wukong as he entered the kitchen room, Cai continued putting together the quiche they'd made for breakfast, head bopping to the beat as she used the spatula he was holding to smack the king's hand away from the fruit they were going to use.

"Hey!"

"That's for breakfast thief, don't even try," Shooting him a glare, the bird grabbed a knife and got to work on the fruit platter, setting it up just the way he liked with a satisfied smile. "There, now then, do. Not. Touch this." Walking to the fridge, Cai pulled out the sausage and bacon cooking away with a satisfied smile, "If you want to be useful, you can cook the pancakes and waffles."

"What are those?"

"Oh my god," Motioning for the sage to join him, Cai showed the pan and waffle maker, motioning to each in turn as they showed how to work each machine. "This is the pan and that's the waffle maker, you pour that batter on the pan and wait for it to steam then flip it, wait for steam again then put it on the pancake plate. Pour this batter in the waffle maker, close and flip, wait for the beep and take it out, place it on the waffle plate. Got it?"

"Yeah," Nodding, Wukong nervously stood next to the corvid and got to work, glancing out of the corner of his eye to watch as she pulled out her phone, putting on music and humming along to the lyrics. "What's this?"

"Music, I'm sure even you know what that is," Smirking at the deadpan expression they got in return, the raven gave an actual answer. "It's 'Feel it' by D4vd, a song from my playlist that MK, Mei and I like, usually when I make them breakfast, the two will dance along."

"I didn't know the kid liked music."

"His name is MK, might as well use it, seeing as we're all going to be bunking together for a while."

"Right.....anything else he likes?"

"He's developed your habit of only liking fruit, which drives me up the walls, given that I was raised in a house that taught you to never be picky or waste food."

"Ah, sorry."

"S'fine, he's still pretty good at eating it as long as I put some sort of fruit in it, gives me a culinary challenge."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"MK always says things about you that he does with you, but I don't know anything beyond that."

"Hmm, well, I'm not originally from China, probably can tell by the accent."

"You speak the language pretty fluently for someone not from the country," Yelping as he nearly dropped a waffle, Wukong was quick to put it on the plate, giving the corvid with a raised brow a nervous laugh.

"Well, my great-great-grandmother is from China, so the family makes it a habit to have Mandarin be our second language, and German our third, with English as our first," Finishing up on the meat and putting on the island, Cai took out the utensils and handed them to Monkey King, who nodded and let the artist take over waffle/pancake duty.