Swapped (OHSHC fanfic)

Chapter 3: The Filler Chapter

Asha's POV:

     I woke up to the smell of eggs and toast. I glanced at the clock to see that it was 10:34 AM. I slept for a long time, and, as usual, I was still tired. I decided to go explore that apetizing smell, so I pulled myself off the bed I had collapsed on last night and shuffled into the hall. 

     I followed that wonderful fragrance through the short corridor and into the kitchen, where Saige was cooking at the stove, humming very softly to herself. I stretched and yawned in drowsy delight, greeting her with a cheerful, "Good morning!"

     I sat down at the little table and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Saige glanced at me. She was wearing a long-sleeved white pajama shirt and a pair of white fluffy Aristocats pajama pants. Marie's face stared out at me from smack-dab in the middle of her shirt. Embroidered beneath it were the words 'Aristocratic Flair.'

     She turned back to her work, "How'd you sleep?"

     "Wonderfully," I said, happily, watching the dogs scuffle at her feet.

     "You hungry?"

     I nodded, eagerly, feeling my stomach growl.

     "Thought so. You slept through dinner last night. Marissa and I ate without you." She brought a plate over to me and slid it across the table. It skidded to a halt just in front of me, it's contents unscathed. Three 'Queens.' At least, that's what Saige and I call this dish. Its actually called eggs in a basket (an egg yolk on a piece bread). However, due to Saige's special way of preparing (and eating) this particular entree, we have given it a more fitting name.

     I dug in. Saige couldn't cook too many different things, but what she could almost always turned out great. My cat, Cinnamon, jumped up into my lap and nuzzeled my chin. I scratched her behind the ears.

     Saige sat down in front of me with her own plate. Snickerdoodle and Edwin were pawing at her legs and licking her ankles, begging her to drop a morsel. She nudged the puppies with her toe, saying, "You've got your own food, stop trying to get mine."

     I giggled at the dogs' misconduct. They were so cute. 

     "Hey, Saige, did you ever finish unpacking?" I asked, suddenly realizing that I needed my clothes.

     She nodded, "I left your stuff in your room by your bed. You didn't notice it?"

     I shook my head, "No... too sleepy."

     I could have sworn I saw her smile. Just for a milisecond. 

     I glanced at her right arm. I knew why she was also so quiet, so introverted and reserved. At least, I knew the main reason. Although, I wonder if it has anything to do with-

     My thoughts were interrupted by Marissa yelping in pain behind us. We both looked up to see her stumble into the kitchen, limping on one foot. She noticed us staring and smiled sheepishly, "Hehe, stubbed a toe..."

     I looked at Saige, shrugged, and returned to my breakfast. I could already tell my time here in Japan was going to exciting.